Page 9 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

“What are you doing?” Miriam whispered, her eyes growing wide and almost fearful as she watched me slip my shirt over my head.

“Getting undressed.” My socks were the next to go.

Her eyes followed the movement of my hands as I reached down to unbutton my jeans. They normally fit fine and were flattering on me, but as soon as I laid eyes on Miriam, they got very tight around the crotch.

“Why are you taking off your clothes?” She gulped, the hunger shining in her eyes clear as day.

“We’ll have more fun that way,” I smirked and dropped my belt to the floor.

Miriam winced at the loud sound of the belt buckle hitting the glass, but I didn’t even react. These mirrors were made of the strongest material–they had to be for a man of my build and strength–so I wasn’t the least bit worried. My jeans were quick to follow, leaving me in my birthday suit since I ruined my boxers earlier today and didn’t bother replacing them with a clean pair. All it took was one look at Miriam and I knew that putting on boxers was only going to result in more laundry for me.

“We’re on the same playing field now, baby,” I grinned and reached down to palm my stiff cock which had been leaking pre-come since Lust brought Miriam back with him.

Since I had picked the longest straw, I got to play with her first. Wrath, the most hot-headed out of all of us, picked the shortest straw, and I couldn’t wait to see how that went down. His frustration was building by the second, and I knew our latest plaything was in for a good, hard fuck when he finally got his hands on her. That would only be after all our brothers had their way with her first, starting with me.

I had already felt Miriam’s tight pussy clench around my fingers–tighter and hotter than any pussy I had ever played with before–and I couldn’t wait for more, but first, I wanted to know how to pleasure her.

Everyone was different, and they had different preferences and triggers. I liked to learn what my bed partners liked before I tended to them. I took pride in everything, especially my work which included pleasuring the women I slept with like they had never been pleasured before.

My name was Pride for a reason.

I moved to take a step toward Miriam, tantalising me with that sexy little body of hers, but she inched backwards and held a hand up in front of her. As if that would keep me away from her.

“You can’t touch me,” she instructed, raising her chin to show me that she meant business. It was cute and made her look like an adorable little kitten, though I doubted that was what she intended.

I quirked an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong.” Her chin trembled, and she looked away as if she didn’t trust herself to look at me. Unluckily for her, her pebbled nipples, glistening pussy, and the waft of desire coming from between her legs gave her away.

Miriam wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and there was no denying it.

“You want me to touch you,” I stated the fact.

“I don’t.” She shook her head, but the defiant little kitten lifted her head and met my eyes. “You kidnapped me. Do you know how messed up this is? I never should have let you touch me in the first place. It was wrong, and it’s not going to happen again.”

“We’ve already been over this, baby,” I chuckled lowly, stalking up to her until the tips of our toes were flush against each other’s, and there was nowhere for her to escape. Not that she would be able to make it out of this room without me allowing it. “This isn’t kidnapping. Not when you willing came to us.”

“You keep sayingus,but I don’t understand. It’s only you and me here. And I would never come willingly to a place like this,” she huffed and tried to move away from me but didn’t make it very far. I curled an arm around her waist and pulled her close so her boobs pressed up against my chest. The feel of her hard nipples brushing against my naked sin was delicious and downright sinful.

“You don’t like my room?” I quirked an eyebrow and couldn’t resist stealing a peek at her perfect little bubble butt in the mirror. It was on the smaller side but perky, though her full tits and deep blue eyes more than made up for it.

“It’s very…vain.” The smirk on her face told me she thought it was an insult, but her words made me feel good.

People said the truth hurt, but I loved it. There wasn’t a single part of me that I wasn’t proud of.

“I’m a vain Sin, Miriam.”

“Sin?” She frowned, her face a mask of confusion.

“I said what I said.” I shrugged with a knowing smirk.

“What does that mean?” The adorable little kitten grew even more confused.

Before she could respond, I bowed my head and slanted my mouth over hers, claiming her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss. I had been thinking of doing this since the moment Lust showed us the new plaything he brought back for us.

Miriam melted under my mouth. Her lips were slow at first, hesitant about kissing me back, but one swipe of my tongue against hers had her clinging onto me for dear life while I devoured her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest, most appetising dessert I had ever tasted, but I was going to withhold that judgement until I tasted her pussy first. Something told me that would be the sweetest dessert I had ever tasted.

“Pride,” Miriam moaned quietly against my mouth, sliding her hands up my chest and looping them around my neck. She rose on her tiptoes and slanted her head, deepening the kiss.

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