Page 75 of In the Light of Sin

“Teasing wench,” he hissed as his eyes tracked my every movement. I locked my fingers behind my head again, gearing up for another set of twenty-five. The way his eye blazed down my body had me screaming with need in my head. I came back up to him eagerly, wrapping my mouth around his thick head, sucking him only about an inch in. I let my lips pop off him and leaned back down, counting, “One.” His grunt let me know he wouldn’t last long with this new game. After the fourth sit-up, I could tell he was fed up. His cock was pulsating harder with each quick suck. After the tenth, he finally snapped. “Fuck it.”

He bent down, putting his arms under my armpits, lifting to set me on the weight bench. He pushed me back by the collarbone so my head could hang off the edge, his cock somehow larger from this angle.

I was starving for it.

I opened my mouth, tongue out as he cursed, giving himself a few hard pumps before angling his cock to go deep down my throat. The animalistic groans coming from the darkness inside his hood spurred me on. I reached up and cupped his balls slightly. A raspy growl escaped through his teeth when I moved my hand and mouth in unison. He reached down the front of my thin sports bra, pulling the bottom up and over my breasts, exposing my taut and needy nipples to him as the groans came from the darkness that hid his face. I held one of my hands up, hand cupping one of his balls slightly before giving a teasing squeeze as a wolf-like raspy breath escaped from him. His hand engulfed my right breast, the sensitive peak brushing against his palm each time I bobbed on his dick.

I moaned deep around him in my throat, sending him into a frenzy. He ripped his hips back, freeing himself from my mouth. His heavy breaths matched mine, and I looked up at him in confusion. I was itching to reach back out and grab him. I needed more of him, but I didn’t want to face his potential wrath if I touched him without his consent.

I didn’t want this mood between us to break with my impulsive actions. I thought he would like my hands on him as much as my mouth, but I guess that isn’t the case.

In the back of my mind, I knew he would never dare to truly hurt me. I didn’t want this to end because I’d accidentally taken it too far, but the way he was vibrating with rage made me question if it was over before we started. It would be a damn shame to have him waste his talented tongue on a verbal lashing instead of eating me like the starved man I knew he was.

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” he seethed as he bent his body over mine. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, ripping them down my legs. I lifted my hips in an effort to speed this along. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, the clammy air hitting my exposed cunt. I felt myself dripping with need onto the weight bench, needing him to make up his damn mind and do whatever he wanted to do with me, and fast.

Frustrated, I let out an impatient whimper, begging him to move. Hunching over as his strong hands gripped my hips, pulling my exposed pussy to his eager mouth as I was still upside down, his large cock still throbbing in front of me, making me lick my lips in desire. The air left my lungs as his tongue gave a slow lick on the expanse of my pussy, teasing me before he began doing what was becoming both of our favorite activities. He pushed his tongue through the folds, teasing my entrance with the tip.

He craved me, and I enjoyed every second of it.

I cried out when his tongue slipped past the hole, pushing in briefly before pulling back out in a teasing dance that had me squirming, but Sarge’s arms encircled my hips to keep me in place—as well as keep my innocence close to his face—I knew I wasn’t going to fall.

He’s caught me every time I falter.

Water pooled in my mouth, spit and pre-cum sliding out of where his cock came in contact with my lips. I pulled back, swiping the liquid along my lips as I reached out, gripping his hips in my hands to steady myself as I brought my head forward, lips stretching on his thick cock once again.

I felt his groan against my clit, making my legs shudder. Between being upside down and his lips now surrounding my clit and sucking, I was almost done for. He pulled back, “Come for me, baby. Be a good girl, and let me taste you before I fuck you.”

I moaned hard around his cock at his dirty words and rough treatment of my pussy. He applied firmer pressure on my clit with his tongue, making me give in to his command. Riding the waves over and over, he started to pull back, but I was determined to take him over the ledge with me. But, of course, Sarge was competitive. He always had to be at least one above me.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growled, flipping me around and putting me on my feet like I weighed nothing. “I don’t finish anywhere but inside of your sweet cunt.”

He was going to have to add five tallies to that damn headboard of his if he keeps this up. I’d say he’d have to get a brand-new one in less than a month. What would he do with the discarded ones? Hang them up as a literal fucking trophy? I didn’t have time to think of that. My mind had better things to think about, like Sarge’s giant cock filling me until I forgot how to speak.

He cocked his head to the left in the direction of the mat I’d just been lying on. “Sit.”

I listened, eagerly waiting to see what he was planning. When he dropped to his knees in front of me, I spread my legs, thinking he wanted another taste of me. While his head slowly dipped closer to that area, it clearly wasn’t his intention. His hand pushed against my chest, flattening me down on the mat.

“Arms up.” I complied with his raspy command, raising my arms over my head as one of his large hands engulfed both of my wrists before pinning them to the foam mat. Was he going to hold me down and fuck me? My thighs came together and began to rub in frustration with him taking so long. Breaking eye contact, his head swiveled to the right before he grabbed something that I couldn’t see. Quicker than I could comprehend, heavy pressure fell on my wrists, cold metal replacing the warmth of his hands. Confused, I strained my neck to look up at them.

A fifty-pound dumbbell. He put a fucking fifty-pound dumbbell over my wrists. Panicking slightly, I wriggled my hands while looking back at his face. They weren’t going to budge enough to free both hands. “Darin?” I called out to him, feigning calm and collected.

“Do you trust me?” His question came from the darkness of his shield, hesitating as he awaited my consent to continue. He knew this was new, and it made me nervous. I breathed in through my nose, releasing out my mouth as I tried to steady my heavily beating heart.

Sarge trusted me. I could trust him with this. I bit my lip, skin flushed with desire for the faceless man in front of me.

“I would rather you fuck me.” My heated plea spread to my every nerve, making me buck my hips, trying to make contact with his, begging him to make a move.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you.” His hands went to my ass, lifting my hips up in the air. I could feel the heat of his cock at my entrance. “The question is, can your pussy handle it? Even if it can’t, I’ll fuckin’ make it.”

He thrust inside so hard I thought my pelvis was going to break. I slightly answered his question. One of his hands went to the small of my back, and the other one went flat on the mat to give him some stability.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shoving his cock as far as he can get it. “Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it? You take it like such a good girl, don’t you, baby?” I couldn’t answer him if I wanted to. A deeper thrust, a louder cry from me.

I wanted to touch him and feel more connected to him, but my hands were confined by the metal that was clammy from my sweaty skin. I rolled my hips, making his cock swirl inside, which made my toes curl and cry of pleasure fill the room. My head fell to the side, my wrists rubbing slightly raw against the harsh metal as I got lost in each deep push of Sarge’s cock into me. His head was trained on my tits bouncing with every thrust. My back began to slip on the mat, becoming slick with perspiration.

“Your pussy was made for me.” I was having a hard time concentrating on his words, his thrusts becoming much more brutal. “Your body was too. Every.”Thrust.“Fuckin’.”Thrust.“Inch.”Thrust.“Is.”Thrust.“Mine. I don’t just want you for your cunt. I want you and every fuckin’ change that comes with bein’ yours.”

He lifted my lower half higher in the air, the new angle feeling like a beautiful punishment. The way his cock rubbed my walls outweighed the pain. My mind blanked out, only feeling the heat as I became overly sensitive, my orgasm sending soothing signals to every nerve in me, but I couldn’t relax, not with the way Sarge twisted my hips, my outer thigh facing the ceiling as he pushed back inside igniting the fire in my again.

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