Page 53 of A Sinner's Truth

“Still on theI don’t like sexbandwagon?” Santo smirks down at me.

“I’m not sure. I’m going to need to explore it a bit more. Make sure it’s not just a fluke,” I tell him.

He pulls out and then kneels in front of me. His eyes are right in line with my pussy, and he’s just staring.

“What are you doing?”

“Admiring art.” He smirks. “You look so fucking hot with my cum running down your thighs.” His finger pushes forward, and I’m almost certain he’s trying to shove his cum back inside me.

He came inside me.

I’m on the shot, thank fuck, because obviously I lost my mind—along with any care for the consequences that would come after we did. Not that he gave me a choice. I should hate him for that, right? It shouldn’t turn me on hearing the way he insisted that I’m his wife. That I’m his.

Again, what the hell is wrong with me?That’s a question I’m not going to get answers to anytime soon, though. Especially now, as he continues to push his fingers in and out.

I start to squirm, that feeling in my lower stomach building up again. “Oh god!”

Santo grabs my legs and dangles them over his shoulders as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. “One time isn’t enough. I want more,” he says.

I don’t think I can do more, but as that thought crosses my mind, tiny sparks of pleasure start coursing through my body again. “Shit, I think…” My hands grip on to the stone, needing something to anchor the rest of me in place. “Santo, I can’t.” I shake my head. I don’t think I can come again.

“You can and you will.” His voice is deep. His lips trail along the top of my inner thigh, his tongue presses down on my clit, and just like he hit the red detonate button, I ignite.

When I come back to the world of the living, ironically enough, I’m sitting on Santo’s lap and he’s leaning against the tombstone.

“How do you do that?” I ask him.

“Do what?”

“Make me orgasm like that?” I really am curious.

“It’s not hard, darling. Your body is extremely responsive.” His hands run up and down my back in a soothing motion.

My body is responsive.Well, it hasn’t been for anyone else. Why is it so “responsive” for him?

“Are you okay?” I ask. I know how much he gets lost to his guilt and grief after we do anything physical.

“Never been better,” he tells me. But I see the darkness in his eyes, the hurt, the anger. It’s all just bubbling away beneath the surface.

“I know this is temporary—this marriage—but if you want to ever talk, I’m here.”

Santo’s jaw clenches while his eyes narrow in on me. I have no idea what I’ve said to piss him off. Then, as if I imagined it all, he smirks. “I appreciate that, but if I only have you for a short time, then talking is the last thing I want to do. If all we have is one year, I’m going to get my fill of your body, darling.” He presses his hard cock into my core.

How is he hard again so soon? I thought guys had to have downtime. Then again, I’ve never been with anyone who comes close to matching Santo. He’s enlivening a part of me I thought was broken. And now that he’s woken it up, I don’t think I’m going to have a problem with him using my body as much as possible for the next twelve months.

No, the problem will be when the year is up, when the destruction part of the story happens. But until then, I’m content to live in the middle of our book. Pushing up with my knees, Itake his cock in my hand and guide it towards my opening, then slowly lower myself down onto him.

“Fuck,” Santo grits out. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and his fingers dig into my hips. “You’re going to fucking kill me, Aria.”

“Guess we’re in the best place for that to happen, then. You know, easy burial and all.” I laugh.

“Fucking hell,” Santo curses under his breath, and his cock twitches inside me.

He’s big. I know that sounds cliché, but in this case, it’s the truth. His cock is stretching me, filling every part of me. I slowly lift myself up and then sink back down onto him.

“It feels so good. You feel so good.” I bite down on my tongue, stopping myself from talking before I say something utterly embarrassing.

“Fuck me, darling. I want you to use me to get yourself off. Show me how much you love my cock filling this greedy cunt of yours.” Santo moves his hand up and under my shirt. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it over the lace of my bra.

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