Page 58 of Mass Sins

I slowly moved my hips, riding him while our eyes met. His expression was filled with desire, and I sensed that this morning, we wouldn’t last long. Our moans filled the room as the fire between us burnt bright.

He moved his hand to cup my neck, and he pulled me to him to kiss me. Our mouths clashed and our tongue curled around each other in the most sensual way.

As the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level, I felt myself on the edge of release. I had to break the kiss to catch my breath, and when his cock hit that deep spot inside of me, I had to let myself go completely.

I cried out, my body tensing before I fell against him.

He put his arms around me, holding me close as he came too.

I was breathing heavily, needing a moment before I could sit up straight again. I looked down, watching as his cum oozed out of me and smiled. “I like when you come inside of me,” I told him, meeting his gaze again. “But maybe you can come on me next time?”

He smirked, amused by my request. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”

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I watched him standing by the sink, doing the dishes wearing only his boxers, and looking as handsome as ever. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching every single muscle flex under his skin.

At times, I still wondered what I did to deserve a man like him. In a way, I never did anything wrong in my life. I only every had to fight and battle with things no young person ever should, and while I felt strong because of everything I went through, I didn’t believe that I was worthy of someone like Joska.

“You’re about to burn holes into my back if you keep staring at me like that.” He turned his head and grinned at me.

I met his eyes and felt my cheeks turn bright red. “It’s really hard not to stare.”

He chuckled and put down the towel before walking over to me. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me before squatting down in front of me. With his hands holding my in my lap, he smiled up at me and said, “Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have you?”

I pressed my lips together and dropped my gaze to our hands. I didn’t have an answer to that.

“Hey, look at me.”

Meeting his gaze again, I watched as his expression softened, then turned serious. “I love you. I know you sometimes think that you don’t deserve love, but you’re wrong about that. You deserve all the love. Allmylove. And I will forever make sure that you will forever feel worthy.”

I felt my lips tremble as he said those words to me, but I didn’t want to cry. I held it in and smiled at him, squeezing his hands tightly. “Thank you. I love you too.”

He grinned proudly and pressed a kiss to my fingers before changing the subject. “So, are you coming to church with me tomorrow?”

I hesitated just long enough for him to know my reply. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to,” I said quickly. “But not for…you know.” I waved vaguely toward the ceiling.

His lips curled. “Not for God?”

I scrunched up my nose. “No. But for you.”

His expression changed again, showing me that he was okay with my reasoning. “Good enough for me,” he said with a smile. “Does that mean you have officially made a decision?”

I hadn’t talked to him about it in a while, but the more I thought about it, the less I felt the need to think about God, or to pray, or do anything I used to do religiously. And the more time I spent with Joska, I realized that there was only one person who made me feel good, and who helped me through difficult times.

“Maybe…” I stopped myself to reflect on the words I was about to say. “Maybe I don’t have to give up on religion. But maybe…you can be my new religion.”

A frown appeared between his brows. It took him a moment to understand what I said. Then he smiled, and said, “Say that again.”

“Maybe you can be my new religion.”

His smile deepened, and his eyes softened in that way they always did when he was about to say something that would make my heart melt. But instead of speaking, he leaned in and kissed me again, this time slower, as if sealing my words with a promise neither of us fully understood yet.

When he pulled back, he brushed his thumb along my cheek. “I don’t know if I deserve to be worshiped,” he said, teasing but also sincere. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you can believe in me. That you can always have faith in us.”

I nodded, my throat tightening. This time, I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. “I already do. More than anything.”

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