Page 38 of In the Light of Sin

“Built it with my bare hands. Bought the land from an old man who needed to sell it. Couldn’t take care of himself, had to go live in a nursin’ home.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell her all that, but it felt nice to actually talk with her calmly, regardless. “And you?” I asked, turning to face her again. “You’re gonna help me rebuild it.”

Just like I knew she would, she automatically agreed. Always trying to right the wrongs she’s done in life. I looked at her, guilt tightening her features up.

Letting my eyes fall down her body once more, I scanned her. A man can only show so much restraint in one night, and I was fully tapped. “One last good memory with this car,” I growled, and I charged her. She yelped as I picked her up by her waist and slammed her down on the hood. “You fucked with my car, Sunshine.” Stepping between her legs, I slowly ran my hand from the small of her waist to her neck. I gently squeezed when I felt her gulp in anticipation. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you on it.”

Her eyes lit up in a way I didn’t deserve as she bent her knees, lifting that ass of hers in the air as an invitation. I took the opportunity to strip her dainty sleep pants off her legs. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

Her excited smile fell slightly as she looked up at me, doe-eyed. “What if I’m already ruined?”

“Then I’ll stitch you back together,” I breathed along the shell of her ear. Her breath hitched as I hooked my arms under her knees and yanked her down to me. Body to body, I could feel the warmth radiating out of her core. My cock strained against my jeans, knowing the zipped fabric was the only thing separating me from being buried inside her. Aligning myself with her entrance, I leaned down, hearing her whimpers of need for my cock as my nose hit the shell of her ear and my breath made contact with her skin. “I’ll stitch you back together over and over again. Whatever it takes to be the man who gets to ruin you, Sunshine.”

She’s the only thing that’s ever truly ruined me, so fair is fair. Not waiting for her stunned response, I thrust harshly against her, showing her just how roughly I intend to follow through on my promise. Her gasp morphed into a moan as I leaned in closer. Unzipping myself, I whipped my swollen cock free, giving it a few tight strokes of my own. As I looked up to meet her emerald eyes, they shone with a vibrant green fire. Her hips began to buck toward me almost involuntarily. She could sass me all she wanted, but her body’s reactions to mine told a different truth. She liked me rough. She needed more. And goddamnit, she wanted me to ruin her.

It was about time I listened to one of her commands.

“You’re too big.” I didn’t care about her concerns. I only cared about taking my revenge out on her pussy.

“Even if my cock can’t fit in your tight pussy, I’ll keep fuckin’ until it molds just for me.” I lined myself to her opening, loving the way her upper half was sprawled on the hood. I was mad as fuck that she stole it, but instead of taking it out on her with hurt words. I was going to fuck this sweet pussy of hers until it remembered the shape of my cock. I pushed in roughly, her strangled cry and the warmth surrounding my dick feeling beginning to feel like a damn home with how much I was in her lately. I wasn’t about to fucking complain, though. I’d fuck Joslyn’s cunt all day and night, seven days a week, if she’d let me. “You made my car fit through my garage door. I’m gonna make my cock fit in your tight cunt.”

I groaned, hips jutting faster as the front of my thighs slapped against the metal, her tight cunt squeezing my cock so tight it was hard to push back inside her, but I made myself fit. Her mewls encouraged me to rut against her faster, my balls already tightening, begging for a release. My upper half hunched over, my dominant hand bracing my weight against my cherry red Cadillac my Pops got me. Her cries increased as my hips jolted, unable to control myself about this woman with a golden fire in her fuck me eyes she was looking at me with. “That’s it, Sunshine. You can take it.”

My left hand–the hand that was just another physical reminder that the scars of my past were real and my life was an actual living fucking nightmare–reached up to her face. Her lips were open, panting at the unruly treatment of her. My thumb bent at her bottom lip as I lowered my head. The shitty lighting in my garage made it impossible for her to see what lies beneath the darkness I tried to conceal.

“I ruin you.” My words scratched my throat at their roughness. She was trying to focus on me, her pupils dilated as the emerald green dulled, giving into the way I was fucking her senseless. “You fuckin’ ruin me.”

Her top lip clasped around my thumb, her eyelids hooded, making my cock jerk inside of her which earned a groan from that gorgeous throat of hers. The slight suck she gave made my mind go blank. Mindlessly, I ripped my thumb away from her mouth. I roughly grabbed her calves, wrapping them around my waist as I felt her ankles cross at the small of my back. My hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head on the cool glass windshield. My left hand snuck under her thigh, my right keeping a tight hold of her dainty wrists.

“Please, Sarge.” Her throaty plea sounded like a melody. “Make me yours.”

“You’re takin’ my cock like such a good girl, Sunshine.” Spurred into enough of a frenzy from watching her beg for me, I buried myself to the hilt. Both of us froze momentarily, her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. Once she relaxed, I slammed in once more. With each new thrust, her desperate moans pushed me further into my animalistic need to be her undoing.

“I’m still not on birth control.” Her words came out in panting breaths.

“Got more Plan B in the cabin. Now, shut that pretty little mouth for once and come for me, baby. I wanna feel you.”

Shit.Her pussy clenched around me. My cock felt strangled, and I didn’t even know if I could pull it back out of her as my hips stuttered fast and shallowly, brushing against the spot that drove her fucking crazy. My balls tightened, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. My right thumb pressed hard on her clit, giving me the prize I wanted to come off her lips. Her orgasm.

“Fuck!” I roared. The way her cunt choked my dick was my undoing. Filling her up with my come, I couldn’t help but envision our mixed orgasms dripping out of her and onto the chrome of my Cadillac. I was about to make that a reality. Her pureness would look sexy against the cherry red.

She laughed, bringing me out of my depraved thoughts. “I’ll need to get on something besides relying on that.”

“Go to urgent care tomorrow.” I zipped my pants back up, cock hardening at the sight of me spilling out of her tight cunt and onto the hood of my Cadillac. I knew the mixture would look hot as fuck against the paint. “Get on somethin’.”

“M’kay.” I knew she wasn’t listening to me, her eyelids heavy now that the fire in them was satiated. I sighed, knowing she wasn’t gonna walk to the guest room herself. Instead, I walked over to her, one arm under her knees and the other one under her shoulders as I picked her up. She weighed nothing to me, but it felt as though I had everything to fear holding her. I tried to ignore the way she rubbed her cheek in my chest, nuzzling in like a kitten. “So warm.”

It’s ironic since my personality has been compared to an iceberg.

Carefully, I carried her back inside the cabin, stopping to get a towel from the kitchen cabinet. People would probably think it’s weird to have towels in the kitchen and not the bathroom, but I had a cabinet dedicated to them in both rooms. It’s logical. Anyone else who argues I’m a psychopath? That’s debatable, but having a towel cabinet in your kitchen wasn’t a psychopathic tendency. It was efficient.

I put a towel on the guest bed, not wanting to get the sheets messy. Pulling back the covers with one hand, I laid her down gently. Her languid body began to wriggle its way into a comfortable position, her eyes slowly closing with a soft smile. Her tangled blonde hair sprawled across the pristine white of the pillowcase, seeming to glow around her like a halo. Taking a step back from her, I took her all in slowly.

She looked like a fuckin’ angel. No, a fallen angel.Myfallen angel, whom I’d just taken for myself and fucked like the demon I was inside.

An angel thoroughly marked with my cum, currently dripping down her perfect thighs. The only thing she had on was my oversized shirt she’d fallen in love with, apparently. If I had a say, this is how she’d always dress. But she wasn’t one for dark colors by nature. Where I was the void of darkness, she was the light. Sunny and vibrant.

She’d only show this side to me, how her secret dark insides could mirror my own. Black was my favorite color on her.

I was her eclipse.

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