Page 68 of Sin With Me

I liked the way she called me by myname.

“No, I meant that I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh, well. I wouldn’t expect you to. I mean, you’re a—” She stopped before completely confirming our sin outloud.

“Ahm, I’m just before my period, so if you’re worried about pregnancy, you shouldn’t. And I know the church teaches family planning, so I’m good.” She looked up then added with a smile. “I’m reallygood.”

“Kate?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable if I take you like this? I can tell you, and I hope you believe me, I don’t have anySTDs.”

She nodded. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you’reo—”

“Kate?”

She looked up at me with her beautiful golden eyes. She was nervous. So was I, but there was no stopping what had already begun. And we were doing so much better when we weren’t talking.

“Shut up, gorgeous.”

In one swift pull at her hips, I brought her forward and plunged inside her tight pussy, then held her. She wrapped her legs around my hips. I lifted her back off the table and she drew her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Her warm body against mine felt perfect, like it was meant to be sinned with. She rocked her weight over me, her body slowly rolling from her hips, through her waist and then chest, the waves of our skin-to-skin contact becoming more fervent with eachroll.

I couldn’t get enough of her: her mouth, her sex squeezing around my cock, her wholebody.

It’s been toolong.

My thrusts deepened and her breaths shortened as I focused on the tightness of her pussy. Pounding between her legs, the sound of our grunts and slaps of my thighs against her ass echoed through the room. And the smell — our smell of pure sex — was like an aphrodisiac.

“Kate…” I whispered. “Jesus, Kate. You’re… absolutely worthy of everything.”

Evensin.

Especiallysin.

I lunged twice more, stilling inside her, finding the kind of relief that tore the fibers from my bones, traveled through my veins, and shot out my dick, obliteratingme.

Sweat dripped down my forehead and chest. She clung to me, her breasts still one with my pecs, her fingers gently scraping below my hairline and her body trembling.

I didn’t let my mind wonder about the consequences, because deep inside, I was convinced that I was supposed to have her. One way or another, I had ended up in this little town because this moment was meant to happen, even if it was just for one night. A very worthy night.

“Kate?”

“Yes?” She breathed, looking up. Some of her locks were stuck to her face, and I reached for her cheek, pulling away the evidence of our frenzy, tucking the hair behind herear.

“That was amazing.”

Her happy smile made me grin. “It was amazing for metoo.”

She slowly unwound her arms and legs from around me and I pulled out with pride, watching my cum spill out of her pussy.

“Stay here.” I headed for the sink, then stopped and turned around just as she reached for the laced cups of her bra underneath her breasts. “And don’t cover those just yet. I’m not done withyou.”

She squealed out loud and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. I opened one of the drawers and removed a clean rag, soaked it in warm water and went back to Kate. She opened her legs for me willingly, with full trust, and I washed my seed off her inner thighs and soaked folds.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” I asked.

“With a person or myself?”

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