Page 27 of Vengeful Sins

“You need to leave.” Maya gives it one last ditch effort in trying to convince me not to do this, but I’m already too far gone.

I let go of my cock and grab Maya by the hips so I can spin her around. She yelps in surprise when I flip her over, so she is bent over the side of the bed. I place my hand in the center of her back, holding her in place.

“This way you can pretend I’m someone else,” I say, wondering if that’s what she is doing, while I rip her pjs and panties down her legs with my free hand.

“Tucker!” she whines, but doesn’t tell me to stop as I line up my rock hard cock with her entrance.

I should go slow, but my hips drive forward of their own accord and before I know it, I’m balls deep inside of her tight channel. We both groan as I impale her with one deep thrust. She is so fucking wet and ready I glide in and out with ease.

“You’re dripping wet,” I taunt her. “You must feel it running down your thighs. You want this. You want to come on my cock so badly.” I half expect her to shake her head and tell me no. Instead, she stays quiet, but her pussy is clamping down on my cock like she is about to come.

Maya fists the sheets beneath her, and I realize she isn’t fighting me anymore. I lift my palm from her back and use both of my hands to grab her hips. She spreads her legs a little, and I smile, knowing she is finally on board with this.

“Just feel good for a little while,” I coo while fucking her from behind.

Maya moans into her sheets, her cunt clamps down on my cock so hard I worry I come right then. Her back arches and her thighs quiver as I fuck her through her release. Then she goes limp. Her body moving like a rag doll as I fuck her roughly, while holding onto her hips.

“Come on, Maya, you can come again,” I rasp out, making her shake her head. “Oh, yes, you will,” I assure her.

I snake my hand around her and pull her up so her back is against my chest. She is still so limp, I’m holding up most of her weight. With my other hand, I pull up her tank top, exposing her tits to me. I grab one, kneading it in my palm and rolling her nipple until she moans and arches her back into my touch.

Letting my hand travel south, I run my fingertips over her skin until I brush up against her bare pussy. Kicking her legs apart, I let her cunt open for me. I find her clit and press my fingers against it. She jerks when I touch her overstimulated flesh, but I don’t let up.

Still buried deep inside her tight channel, I start moving again while rubbing circles over her swollen clit.

“Tucker…” This time my name falls from her lips like a prayer, as if she wants more of me. Her head falls back onto my shoulder as she moans my name again.

My own orgasm builds, my ball tightening with each thrust into her warm hole. This is exactly what I needed. I keep working her clit while driving into her from behind. When I feel her pussy clamping down tightly, it sends me over the edge.

We both groan at the same time, coming together in a crescendo of pleasure. We collapse onto the bed, my weight probably crushing her, but in this exact moment, I can’t move, nor do I care. We are both breathing heavily, and it takes me a moment before my heartbeat returns to normal.

That’s when reality comes crashing back into me.

Fuck.I just fucked Maya… without a condom.

I peel myself away from Maya’s sticky body. She doesn’t move when I pull out of her, cum dripping from her hole and down her inner thigh. Shit, I should clean her up or something, but my mind is too occupied with getting out of here quickly.

Tucking my now flaccid cock back into my jeans, I zip myself up and buckle my belt. Maya finally stirs. She slowly presses herself up, pushing down her tank top, as well as pulling up her panties and pjs before turning around to look at me.

“I guess now you have a real reason to accuse me,” I say, without thinking.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open as if she can’t believe I just said the words out loud.

I don’t wait for her to think about something to say. I simply head to the window and climb out of it. She doesn’t follow me or say anything. I climb down the brick siding the same way I came up. Only this time around, there is a heavy dose of guilt settling in my chest.

14

MAYA

“Hey, Maya! Let’s see that rack!”

It’s getting easier to ignore the assholes who insist on making me miserable. Do not react. They don’t exist. Their stupid, cruel laughter bounces off me like a tennis ball—only a tennis ball might hit them in the face, like they deserve.

I guess I can’t have everything. It’s enough to hear the group of guys hanging out on the other side of the parking lot groaning and muttering disgustedly because I won’t react. That’s the only way to deal with a bully, after all. They need oxygen to live. I refuse to give them oxygen.

All the strength drains out of me, though, when I reach my car and find an envelope tucked under the windshield wiper. My stomach drops to somewhere around my feet, stopping me dead in my tracks as dread fills my veins, pumped rapidly by my racing heart. What fresh hell is this?

Glancing to the right and left, making sure the coast is clear, I reach out and slide the envelope from under the wiper. I hate this. Being afraid to do something as simple as pick up an envelope for fear of what somebody might have left. My nameis written across the front, but the handwriting doesn’t look familiar. Again, I look around in case somebody is watching, waiting for me to make a fool out of myself before taking it by the corner and opening the flap delicately. It doesn’t feel any heavier than a normal card.

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