Page 25 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

These Sins were turning me into a sex fiend, and I loved it.

My hand developed a mind of its own when I pressed my fingers to the glass where his come was dripping down. I imagined I was playing with his ejaculation, and I held his eyes as I lifted my hand and slipped my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them.

My juices tasted good, but I’d much rather taste his.

Envy allowed me a few moments to finish washing up before he slid open the shower door and grasped me by the hips. He pulled me to him and pressed his lips against mine in a hard, bruising, possessive kiss. My arms circled his neck, and I parted my lips for his tongue, eager to suck on an organ of his. Hopefully, I would get to suck his cock next.

When I tasted something salty on the tip of his tongue as he explored and dominated my mouth, my eyes widened, and I pulled back slightly.

“Is that…?” My cheeks warmed as my voice trailed off in question.

“Yes, baby doll,” he groaned and dipped his head to slip his tongue into my mouth again. “Consider that a teaser. If you like it, I’ve got plenty more of where that came from.”

My heart was hammering in my chest, and my pussy ached painfully, yet all I could do was suck on his tongue, desperate to taste more of him.

“I can’t wait,” I whispered against his mouth and dropped a hand to cup his balls. My pussy tingled deliciously when I felt how heavy they still were despite painting the shower glass white with his come.

I couldn’t wait to drain them later.

11

MIRIAM

Envy threw me on the bed again.

These Sins sure loved to manhandle me.

I sat comfortably against the headboard, naked and still a little wet from the shower while Envy rummaged for something in his bedside drawer.

I took the opportunity to take in his room.

Much like Envy, his bedroom was cheeky and flirty with a hint of something darker in its undertone. The walls were painted a light olive colour which surprisingly tied everything together. All his furniture, including the large four-poster bed, was a dark mahogany colour, offset by the creamy white rug and sheets on the bed.

The wall opposite the bed was the only wall covered in wallpaper. It looked like something artistic at first, swirls of black, white and nude, but after staring at it for a while, I realised it was drawings of naked bodies of all shapes, sizes, and colours. The other walls that didn’t display such art were covered in posters and photos instead. In a few, they were of him posing for the camera–he was shirtless in all of them–and others were of him with the others. He was smiling, grinning or smirking in all of them, flirting even with the camera.

It was apparent that Envy was fond of his Sin family, though that didn’t mean he couldn’t be jealous of them. Especially when it came to sharing women, it appeared.

“Found it,” Envy grunted as he grabbed something from the drawer.

For a moment, I thought he had been searching for a condom but then I remembered that I hadn’t used one with either Pride or Greed. Something told me Envy wouldn’t want anything but raw with me since that was the route the others had taken.

Thankfully, I was on birth control–my mother believed it was to regulate my periods and help ease the pain from cramps and not me experimenting sexually with a lot of her goody-two-shoes friends’ sons–though I wasn’t sure how effective it would be against the sperm of the Seven Cardinal Sins. Or even if I could get pregnant by them. I sincerely hoped not because there was no way I would be able to explain this to anyone. Let alone my parents who would rather die of shame than know I had engaged in pre-marital sin. With a Cardinal Sin, no less.

Go big or go home, right?

At the click of a button, a large screen came out of the ceiling in front of the bed, and my eyes grew wide at the show he had decided to play.

Except, it wasn’t a show.

It was porn.

And the porn star was none other than me.

My eyes were glued to my naked body on the screen, my boobs shaking and my face a mask of complete and utter pleasure as Pride drilled into me from behind, ploughing my pussy. When the screen changed, I was suddenly in the sixty-nine position with Greed. Except this time, I could see just how much he enjoyed eating my pussy.

Is this what it felt like to be a porn star? To watch myself get thoroughly fucked and enjoy it like you’ve never enjoyed anything before?

Was it wrong that I enjoyed watching myself get fucked?

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