Page 8 of Stitches

And I’d never seen anything when it was just the two of us.

If I died right then and there, I’d go a happy man.

Then, Sin popped into my head and ruined everything.

I tried to push his battered face out of my head as I stared back at my girl. He’d done what he’d done because he was trying to do what he thought counted as protecting us from this beautiful creature before me. The one who was pure sunlight and gospel.

I swallowed as Sirena walked slowly toward me, the innocence rolling off her. She went to her knees before me, her brows crinkling and her lips parting.

My breathing was ragged as she unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. Her hands shook with each movement, but it only turned me on more.

Or at least it tried to. Sin danced in my mind, ruining everything. His soft cries. His blood. The look in his eyes as I lit that fire around him. The pain. The defeat.

Sirena’s warm tongue brushed tentatively along my aching cock after she pulled it free from my pants.

I hated Sin, but I fucking loved him too. Knowing he was alone and broken now. . .

Fuck it.

He committed his treason.

Let him drown in it.

But a little part of me wanted to go to him and tell him I still fucking cared about him.

It was too soon. Way too soon. I was delirious.

A soft groan left my lips as Sirena sucked along the head of my dick.

I’d never been a guy to come fast, but in this instant, I may just blow it all and ruin my record.

I liked to take my time. Savoring pleasure was what I was all about. Maybe it was why I enjoyed flames so much. They could burn all night long.

“Deeper,” I whispered. “Take me, heaven.”

She did as I asked, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little, making me smile. It was that innocence again. She was still learning, but she was doing a hell of a job.

I twisted my fingers in her hair, telling myself this was about me and her right now and everything else, Sin included, could go fuck themselves.

I guided her gently along my cock, making sure not to go too deep just yet. Although the thought of her choking on my dick did something to me I didn’t quite have words for.

After a few moments of getting her warmed up, I spoke.

“Can you take me deeper, baby?”

She let my cock sink deeper into her throat. She coughed and choked again, my dick coming free from her mouth.

She looked up at me with glistening lips, her eyes wavering.

She was upset. She thought she’d failed.

“It’s OK. You’re new to it all,” I murmured, not wanting her to feel bad about it. “I love that you are. Take your time if you need to.”

She let out a breath and moved forward onto my dick again. I let my head fall back while she serviced me, the feelings incredible. For being new, she was a fast learner. We’d get to the deep throat part someday. For now, having her choke on my cock was just as good. Maybe even better.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, relishing the way her mouth felt on my dick. She let me guide her how I liked, and before long, my body was tensing with an impending release.

“You’re going to make me come, heaven. Right into that pretty mouth of yours. Is that what you want? You want to make me come?” I rasped, moving her faster.

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