Page 20 of Remorseless Sinner

Her skin tasted soft and delicious, decadent cream and a touch of lilac, mixed with the unmistakable scent of her wet arousal.

By this time, Gracie would be the most fertile woman in the whole world, her lush soft body ripe and ready to be filled with my babies.

It was my priority to keep her safe and healthy, ready to be impregnated with my seed.

And also punish her.

But there was one barrier to it and I intended to fix that.

My mouth closed over her nipple and I sucked gently, very gently. Because I was patient. A very patient man. I could wait forever as her nipple pulsed and my mouth slowly filled with the fuckin holy relic of her milk.

I let my mouth fill until the cream was seeping out my lips, then I swallowed, the milk flowing from my tongue down my throat in a soft warm gush, then down into my belly, stiffening my cock until it was hard as a rock.

Ecstasy

I lost my religion the day I saw Gracie. Because my father had told me before we met that this was my new stepsister and I needed to curb my natural blasphemy and not let her tempt me.

I agreed.

Because I knew I was naturally blasphemous, naturally wicked. More so than the other 18-year-old boys my age.

But when I met her, it all fell away.

All the morals, concerns, ideals, restrictions.

The need to gain the favor of the Eye of Nimhe.

There was only one thing.

Gracie and the need to possess her.

But first

Time to see what a good girl Gracie had been.

According to all the religious bullshit we had been raised in, it was a grave sign to try to break your own hymen.

Had Gracie been an obedient girl? Or had she laid in the dark and put a dirty finger inside her cunt?

Now with the expression on her face when she came on my fucking boot, I would have bet Gracie had never done anything that could break her hymen. Not done certain exercises, notworn a tampon. I can almost guarantee that these sweet ladylike fingers have never gotten anywhere near the inside of her pussy.

Which is going to make my job a bitch but I’m going to try to do this as gently as possible, considering I’m a fucking psychotic asshole who’s pissed at her.

I gripped the ends of the long skirt she was wearing and folded it neatly, one end under the other, up to her flat little belly.

She was out cold, a little frown wrinkle between her eyebrows.

I rubbed rough fingers across her flat belly.

“Soon,” I said. “Soon this is going to be swollen out big.”

Then I flicked out my tiny flashlight and looked at the sumptuous feast in front of me.

She wasn’t wearing panties, of course, the sight of her naked body making my mouth water.

“Come on baby girl,” I murmured. “Spread these legs for me.”

I gently spread her thighs wide, her rose-pink lips parting to show me a gleaming perfect clit.

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