Page 53 of In the Light of Sin

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” But fuck I wanted to. I couldn’t keep my damn hands off her. She dropped her arms, puckered nipples exposed to the cool air that was coming in from the shattered window.

“We don’t have to if you’re afraid.”

“I ain’t scared of nothin’.”Except the thought of these fuckers getting their hands on her.

“Then you’ll let your name haunt my house?” She grinned teasingly, a glint of lust in her eye. “No one is around for miles. It’s just me, the trees, and your cock.”

“I don’t have to put my cock inside you to get you off.” My hands went to the back of her thighs, picking her up and tossing her on the bed. Her back hit the bed, hair sprawling and arm still hiding her damn tits from me. I was gonna remedy that soon enough and leave welts from my teeth in protest.

“Is that a threat?”

My hands wrapped around her ankles, pushing her knees to her chest as I lowered my hips. I watched her teeth dig into her bottom lip, her eyes dulling in their usual green as lust hazed in. I ground my hips, making sure she could feel exactly what she could do to me with me in a few simple words.

“No.” My hand reached down to her breast, and using my thumb and forefinger, I plucked her nipple, loving the way she was so expressive to it. “It’s a fuckin’ guarantee.”

Those tits of hers bounced, but the smile still remained as I climbed on top of her. “I don’t make threats, Sunshine. I make promises.”

“Promise me you’ll turn all the memories in this room into ones I want to remember.”

The fuck does that mean?I didn’t have a response. My focus centered on pleasuring her by stripping her pants down her legs. I placed my hips right against her slit and thrust forward, the friction against her clit making her cry out. “You dunno who’s out there, Joslyn. Don’t be givin’ the sounds I’m forcin’ out of you away. They’re mine.”

I didn’t give her a chance to backtalk me as I pushed against her again, making more illicit sounds escape. I growled, frustrated she wasn’t listening to me, but pride swelling that I was making her spill these sounds from that tempting mouth of hers. But it was the law that those sounds of hers belonged to me. I covered her mouth with my right hand.

I reached down with my other hand to the button of my jeans, unclasping it because I needed to be closer to her and relieve the pressure of my dick that was straining painfully against my jeans. I pressed up against her again, rolling my hips as she threw her head back and moaned against my hand. I had to clamp my teeth down to keep the groan from escaping.

This was such a stupid idea. I prided myself on being aware of my surroundings. But I was so enrapt with this damn woman writhing beneath me–she threw me out of my routines in favor of being more like my old self, a man with no routine and no purpose.

She craned her neck, exposing more of her delicate skin, her eyes hooded with lust. She panted against the palm of my hand. The sexy look she was giving me made me push myself harder against her with another roll of my hips. The thin fabric of our underwear was the only barrier keeping me from sliding inside of her, but not tonight. I could let myself spring free, slide her panties to the side and stuff her with my cock. But I wanted to prove that I could unravel her with just my dick rubbing hard against her. I felt the wet slit through our thin clothing. Feeling it wasn’t enough, I had to physically see what I was doing to her. Backing up, I looked down, mouth watering at what I saw.

I could see the wet stain on the slit of her panties, evidence she was enjoying this as much as I was. My deformed hand–one she made sure to pay attention to, probably to make me get over my insecurity of it–between us, her cloudy eyes following it until she couldn’t see it. My thumb brushed against her clit, her head falling back on the sun-colored comforter.

“That’s it, baby, grind against my fuckin’ hand.” I added to the friction, applying more pressure as her muffled scream echoed off my hand. “How close are you?”

I thrust sharply. A hiss escaped my throat as she grew impatient with me making her wait. My lips dipped, scowling at her thinking she was in control. I pushed the waistband of my boxers down. My rock-hard cock sprang free. My hand vibrated as a wanton whine escaped her. She wanted my cock. I couldn’t help the few pumps I gave myself as I tried my best to relieve the tension she was building up inside of me. I was about to shatter as her teeth began to nip the palm of my hand, but I fuckin’ refused to get off before I got my girl off first.

I guided myself in between her legs, making sure to push my head against her most sensitive spot. My pre-cum was mixed with the drenched material of her panties. I pushed my hips forward, her nibbling on my skin halting as another scream jolted out of her. I circled my hips, letting her ride out her orgasm. I denied mine, but she’d sure as fuck give me one later. I stood my cock tall, the length of myself fitting snugly against her slit. I removed my hand from her mouth, her bottom lip swollen from her teeth. I imagined them swollen from my cock, promising myself that they would be. I had a lifetime to fuck the woman beneath me, make her come without entering her.

My hips kept pushing, the base of my cock rubbing up against that sensitive spot I knew she loved. I pushed harder, her cry against my hand making my cock kick, earning a strangled groan from me. I dipped my chin, making eye contact with her, her eyes a golden green haze as she trusted me to take care of her needs.

Fuck. Her writhing. My cum drenching the lining of her panties. Her infectious, satisfied smile after our rutting–

I pulled away, putting my knees on the outside of her thighs, getting as close to her as I possibly could. She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, her tongue lulling slightly out of her mouth. I jacked my cock. I thought I was going to whack some skin off as I made sure my dick was aligned with her face. I grabbed the base and squeezed, moving my wrist up and down. Her eyes trailed to what I was doing, excitement making her emerald eyes shine and speeding my movements up when she stuck her tongue out, preparing for what she knew was coming.

The sight of her tongue hanging out of her mouth as my eye caught her hand wandering between her legs, fingers rubbing over her pussy, collecting her own orgasm, was my undoing.

My balls tightened, and hot spurts released, painting her face. Some dripped off her chin, falling on her chest. More spurts came, hitting her chest, one landing right on her nipple. My hand immediately went to it, pressing down on the pebbled area, earning a gasp of pleasure from her before scooping the come up and holding it by her mouth. “Suck.”

And like the good fucking girl she was, she wrapped her tongue around my fingers like she would my cock.

I’d never get enough of this fucking woman, and that was a problem.

But I couldn’t resist. I was a man trained in malicious torture and perfected restraint in dangerous situations…

Yet I couldn’t resist her.

She looked up at me like a content angel who just gave herself away to the dark shadow who would slay anyone else trying to consume her light for themselves.

Everyone needed her light. But I was selfishly taking it for myself.

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