Page 33 of Sunshine & Sinful

“I always knew it would.”

Wanting to feel him inside, I trace our connection with my hand, and as I unsheathe his cock, I wrap my fingers around his girth, leaving the tip just inside.

Groaning at the sight, Sunshine dances his fingers down my belly to my clit where it rubs the little nub in small circles. Gasping in pleasure, I squeeze my pussy around his bare cock head.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you. You gonna come for me again, baby?”

Eyelids hooded, I nod. “Yes. Are you gonna come for me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to come in your sweet little pussy?”

Biting my bottom lip, I nod once. My stomach quivers in anticipation.

“Then sit down on my cock, baby, and I’ll give you my cum.”

Placing a palm on each of Sunshine’s tattooed pecs, I slide down his length until he’s fully seated inside, stretching me to the max.

“That’s it,” he grits, jaw tightening. “Now, hold on.”

Not knowing what to hold on to, I brace my thighs around his as he grips my hips and digs his heels into the mattress, preparing to fuck me from below.

“You ready for this, Sweets?” he checks.

I’m ready for anything.

My cocky chin lift draws a smirk to Sunshine’s lips. “Alright, baby, you asked for it.” He chuckles darkly.

For a brief second, I hesitate, wondering if I made a grave mistake. But before I can muster a second thought, the air is torn from my lungs as he brutally ruins me. In and out, Sunshine slams our bodies together. The cacophony of slapping of skin ricochets off the walls as moans pour like sweet honey from my lips. My legs burn as my body is used like a doll, fucked onto a big cock.

And he takes.

Every moan he steals from my soul feeds him—urging him to wreck me.

I come.

It’s sudden and almost painful as I throw my head back and scream, nails digging into his pecs, sure to leave marks.

But he doesn’t relent.

Not when I can’t think straight. Not when it takes every ounce of me to keep my eyes open. He’s right there, encouraging me to take more, to come more.

I do.

For him.

For us.

I take it all until the world fizzles out, and nirvana coalesces in my cunt.

I don’t know how it happens, but I’m flipped onto my stomach, face pressed into the soft bed, arms flared out at my sides, and Sunshine’s right there, my puppet master pulling the strings.

A hand slaps my ass, and I moan. It’s low and broken, but it’s there as the pain mixed with the heat burns across the flesh of my bottom.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night, baby,” he promises.

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