Page 28 of Heartless Sinner

Arousal claws through me, sending fire through my blood. It grows as he pushes his fingers inside me and pumps. “I hear you,” I moan.

“Good girl. Now bend over and let me fuck you.”

And just like that, he has my body under his control like he’s cast some kind of spell on me. I’m so far down the rabbit hole I’m lost and don’t remember the way back.

He pulls his finger out of me and pushes me back to my hands and knees.

I watch us like he wants me to and note the way he grabs my hips.

The next thing I feel is the head of his cock easing inside me, and my breath grows short.

He presses deeper, an inch at a time, filling me up.

My walls stretch to take him, but he’s so big I feel possessed. It hurts, then it doesn’t, and he feels good inside me. The fact that we’re bare and skin to skin makes it feel even better.

“You’re so tight. You feel so damn good.”

I grip the sheets, groaning as sweet pleasure fills me. I don’t even think about the fact that I’m tight because I haven’t had sex in more than a year.

Mr. Dreamy begins a slow, steady pump, and the world moves with him.

Slow becomes fast and fast becomes rough and hard, then he’s fucking me, and I’m utterly lost in the sensation. My entire body is paralyzed, bound to his will as he pounds into me.

In this position, everything feels more enhanced, more intense, more demented with his mad rhythm.

This was what he meant by not gentle. The pace of his relentless thrusts of control, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoing around us, mixing with our groans.

I watch him fucking me in the mirror, and the sight of the pleasure on his face sends me over the edge.

I come instantly and so hard I see stars. And still, he fucks me harder.

“Time to make you scream.” His voice takes on a dark edge that almost sounds otherworldly. Then his thrusts become wilder, and he fucks me like he owns every part of me.

Nothing exists except for this. I come again, then I lose my mind, becoming a slave to pleasure, and I scream. I scream so loud the sound feels like it’s pouring out of the deepest layer of my soul.

His groan almost sounds like a savage roar, then his cock pulses inside me and he comes, too.

The spray of hot cum fills me up and I savor it the same way that I do with our reflection in the mirror.

I watch us in the mirror until his pumps slow and try to catch my breath.

He does, too.

Sweat covers our bodies and I feel hot and cold at the same time.

When he pulls out of me, his cum runs down my thighs.

He gets off the bed and grabs some tissues from the nightstand, then surprises me by cleaning me off.

I hold his gaze in the mirror, watching him as my awareness creeps back in.

I expect to feel regret and fear, but neither of those emotions come to assault me. Maybe it’s because my body is still buzzing with the fire from the wild sex I just had.

I’m about to slump into the sheets when he slips an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, facing him this time.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired.” He presses his nose to mine, our breaths mingling as we try to steady our breathing.

“I’m not tired.”

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