Page 54 of The Sins of Silas

My eyes rolled back as he continued to make out with my pussy, his fingers fucking me faster, the flicks of his tongue becoming more desperate.

I brought him back into my mouth and kept sucking on him until the pleasure became blinding. “Roland,” I panted. “I want to come while fucking you.”

He removed his fingers, gave me a couple of long, tantalizing licks, and then kissed my sex sweetly before lowering his face. “I want that, too.”

I turned my body around, seizing Roland’s cock and guiding it to my entrance, his hands roughly gripping my hips.

I slowly began to sit on top of him, and his jaw began to slacken, his eyes going half-lidded as my pussy swallowed all of him.

His moans matched mine as I stretched to accommodate him. I began to move my ass up and down.

His right hand wrapped around my neck, and he pulled my mouth to his, our lips parting so our tongues could slide across each other. And as I found myself lost in his kiss, lost in the feel of our bodies joined, I realized I felt no fear as he took control.

I hummed into his mouth, savoring our mixed taste, just as Roland began to take over, his arms enveloping my torso to hold me tight as he slammed his cock in and out of me.

“Yes,” I cried, lost in the feel of that delicious stretch. “Just like that…”

He let out a pleased hum, and I ran my fingers through his hair, lowering my mouth to suck on his earlobe.

“Fuck…” he respired, slamming into me harder. “Tell me to come inside you.”

“Come in me,” I begged. “Please, Roland.”

A desperate, needy moan escaped from me at his relentless pace, and the tension that coiled inside me built and built until it blossomed, spilling over. A helpless scream emitted from my chest as I pulsed around his shaft, a feeling of euphoria that I had craved for so long washing over me in waves.

Roland’s growl was guttural as his own orgasm took hold, and I felt him pulse inside me as he filled me with his release.

The orgasm was still washing over me as he held me close, our bodies covered in sweat, our hearts pounding against each other.

“Thank you,” I breathed, my head buried into the nook of his neck. “Thank you.”

He tightened his arms around me. “It was my pleasure…thank you for trusting me.” He kissed the top of my head. “And for giving me the best head of my life.” He laughed breathlessly. “Best everything, really.”

I giggled and raised my head to look into his eyes. I adored the sight of his flushed cheeks.

I kissed his lips softly. “Always full of jokes,” I mumbled.

“I’m not kidding.” He kissed me. “That was fantastic.”

I grinned and kissed him again, lifting myself off of him to stand. “I’ll be right back.”

I padded to the restroom, saw to my needs, and froze when my hand grasped the doorknob.

I did it. I had sex…and it wasgood. Amazing, even.

I found my eyes watering and took a few breaths to hold the happy tears in before I exited the bathroom.

I may not be fully healed…I wasn’t sure it was even possible to go back to how I was before. But I felt like I claimed a part of myself back tonight.

When I stepped out, Roland had the sheets over him. He was lying on his side, and when I began to walk over, he propped himself up on his elbow.

I bent down to put on my underwear when Roland spoke. “Stay,” he offered softly, a genuine smile on his face. “I’d like the company of a warm body to sleep beside. Stay.”

I hesitated, then bit back my grin. He lifted the sheets, and I slid in beside him, our bodies bare. He pulled my back against his chest, wrapping his arm around me and holding me close.

It felt so lovely. Warm. Safe.

I am safe.

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