Page 32 of Absolution

“Is that belt for me?” I question, imagining how the smooth leather would feel stinging my flesh.

“Not today Siren, but soon.”

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him unbutton his fly. He smiles at me and plants his gaze firmly on mine. His jeans hang low on his hips, but the head of his large cock moves out of the material restraining it. My pussy vibrates at once again seeing the sexiest fucking cock I have ever seen. He slides his jeans from his hips, and his cock finally springs completely free. I lick my lips again as his cock twitches in response.

I push off my elbows trying to touch him, but he shoves me back onto the bed.

“No,” he declares. “As much as I want to watch this sexy fucking mouth around my cock, I have other plans tonight.”

His knees fall to the edge of the bed, and a sense of being his prey overwhelms me. I shiver at the thought. Ratchet grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to him. In a flash, his mouth is on me. His tongue slips between my slit heading straight for my throbbing clit.

“You taste like pure fucking sin,” he murmurs against my pussy.

A moan is my only response. His tongue moves slowly from top to bottom over and over again, only stopping to nibble and suck my clit. I tremble at every pass he makes. His speed increases and my back arches in response, pressing him harder against my apex. My hands clutch the cheap sheets around me, as my breathing becomes shallow.

“So close,” I moan. “So fucking close.”

“Come for me, Siren,” he whispers against my flesh.

I squirm as he quickens his pace once more. I feel his finger pressing against my tight hole, before he slips one inside of me. A second and third quickly follow behind. My walls clench around the intrusion, but the sensation throws me over the edge as I ride his fingers. My orgasm hits hard, like a punch to the gut, and my legs squeeze tightly around his head as I ride the cresting waves of pleasure. I collapse in a boneless heap on the bed, panting for air.

He removes his fingers while emerging from between my legs. I peer down at him as he smirks back at me with wetness gleaming on his lips. He slowly licks them back and forth, and I shudder watching him enjoy my taste. Ratchet rises from his kneeling position, and slides onto the bed. It dips from his weight as he positions himself above my hips, and his massive cock falls to my lower stomach.

“I thought you wanted to take this slow,” I pant in anticipation.

“Slow is for the fucking birds.”

He shifts farther down my body, taking his hard cock in his hands, and positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel the head of his length pressing against me, and I impatiently shift, trying to push him into me.

“You want this as badly as I do.”

“You have no idea.”

“I know it’s a little late, but are you still clean?” he asks me. Normally, I would be pissed at his insinuation, but he knows my past better than anyone else and the fact that I can’t get pregnant, which in truth is a blessing in disguise.

“Clean.”

He guides the tip of his cock in slowly. My body protests his girth, but he doesn’t force himself in until I adjust to his size.

“You okay?” He checks.

I nod my head as he pushes farther inside of me. It isn’t until he’s fully inside, the prickles of pain finally fade away.

“Fuck,” Ratchet moans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Siren."

He stays still inside of me, until he notices that I begin moving my hips against him. He pulls out slowly and re-impales me faster this time. He repeats the motion, until I’m fully adjusted. Six months without sex has made me tight, but even with the soreness that will come tomorrow, the sensation of him inside of me is more than enough to satisfy me.

He stays at his slow pace, but I need more.

“Faster,” I beg of him. “Please, Ratchet.”

He smiles down at me and doesn’t move any faster. Taking matters into my own hands, I slam my hips harder against him and drive his cock deeper inside of me.

“So greedy,” he moans, just before grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders to deepen himself farther. My body cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and I swear he’s going to start hitting my cervix if he goes any farther.

He pounds into me harder, our bodies moving in unison.

Screams begin to rip from my lips as a second orgasm begins it build inside of me.

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