Page 113 of Wicked Sins

I gag hard, retch, and have to swallow everything that comes up because he’s still busy pouring cum into my mouth. Some of it escapes as I labor for breath, and trickles down my chin.

Joah pulls out with a groan, and coats my lips with a last powerful spurt of cum.

The bliss is fading from his face, and I don’t want it to. A second ago, I had unbridled power over this man, now I have nothing.

So I lick my lips. I fail to suppress the violent shudder that rifles through me, but that just seems to turn him on even more.

He swipes his thumb over my lips, smearing what’s left of his cum over my mouth.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re sofuckingperfect.”

My heart opens like a flower.

I duck my head, and rain kisses over his softening dick. He pulls me away, turns me around, and presses his stomach flush against my back as he makes me lift onto my knees.

With gentle hands, he pushes apart my thighs. Then he slides a hand between my legs and cups my pussy, squeezing so hard that I gasp and buck into him.

His fingers drag open my lips, and I shudder when cool air touches the most intimate part of me.

“It’ll hurt,” he warns, his mouth by my ear.

My breath hitches when he slides two fingers inside me. I stare down, hypnotized by his strong hand, as it manipulates my core. My arousal coats his fingers, his palm. He starts fingering me harder, his hand thumping against my pelvic bone hard enough to send a physical thump through my entire lower body.

“Make yourself come.”

I hesitate, because even giving myself an orgasm has always felt so very, very wrong. He grabs my wrist and forces my hand down. His teeth nip at my earlobe, my neck. They sink into my shoulder muscle.

“Show me.”

There’s something wrong with those words. This is dirty and perverted and as sinful as making myself cry out silently in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep…

He grabs my fingers and forces me to touch myself. Then he starts rubbing them against my clit.

It hurts.

It’s electric.

I mewl and buck to try and get away from that delicious pain.

And then his hardened cock is pressing against my entrance. He dips and lifts his hip, rubbing himself through my slick folds. Teasing. Coating himself with my lust.

“Joah!”

He pushes away my fingers and massages my clit. His cock keeps rubbing and pushing against my entrance, and all I want is for him to take that last step and fuck me.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he hisses through his teeth. “Tell me how much you want this, darling. Beg me to fuck you.”

But I can’t breathe, never mind speak. My body’s tense as a fucking violin string, and all it will take is one more pluck for me to unravel.

His dick slides up and down my slit. Harder, harder. He eases in half an inch, and then slips out.

I’m too wet, too tight.

He pushes down between my shoulder blades, forcing my head into the bed, my ass in the air.

His dick slips along my slit as he strums my clit with expert fingers.

“I can’t—” he begins in a strangled voice. “I don’t ever want this to stop.”

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