Page 21 of Remorseless Sinner

God, as pissed as I was at her, Gracie was sheer perfection on earth.

I bent down, ripping my tie off so roughly a shit ton of buttons broke too, scattering across the floor.

I couldn’t fucking breathe in this shit, but I wanted to look good for Gracie at the wedding.

Bending down, I took each of her perfect little feet in my hands, then ran my fingers up her legs, then traced her knee and the lines of her thighs, cocking my head to see the contrast between my tanned, scarred hands and her creamy white skin.

There was still a little smear of gleaming wetness on her thighs from where she had ground down on my boot andI carefully pulled her legs even further apart until she was sprawled in front of me.

Then, my cock so hard it was fucking throbbing in my pants, I lay flat on my belly, my cock digging into the bed, and touched her pussy lips.

Fucking balls, they were so soft and silky in my hand.

But I frowned to carefully spread them apart to see the tight stretch of her hymen almost fully covering her entrance. It was a different color than her pussy, a pale pink, changing to a pearl-white shine as I flicked the light over her.

All I had thought about since the day I met her was impregnating my stepsister and filling her with a brood of my babies, and this hymen was in my way.

Fucking hell, shehadbeen trying to be a good girl, denying her true nature.

She stirred as I spread her cunt open further, a little moan escaping from her lips.

I was so big I was afraid if I crawled on the bed I was going to wake her up, so I still lay flat on my belly between her legs.

Well, shit.

I raised a big finger, then inserted it carefully past Gracie’s pussy lips, watching as her pretty little gleaming clit started to glisten at me, getting pinker and rounder, her sleepy body greedy for my attention.

My finger pressed into Gracie’s hymen, attempting to stretch it. She needed to be prepared for my cock.

It felt smooth butthick, wet with arousal.

Because my wife was in complete and utter denial that she loved me.

I tried to move another finger in, but shit, even that one was tight.

I wiggled my finger, attempting to fit another one in there, stretch that hymen, but even though I could feel its flexibility, it didn’t stretch enough.

Shit shit shit

I felt my anger at her growing.

My sweet little Gracie was going to have to be punished.

If she hadn’t boldly sent me to jail like a total brat, I would’ve had this hymen stretched a long time ago and she would’ve been on her third or fourth pregnancy by now.

Well, this stubborn little miss was going to have to pay.

I reached down for my phone and brought up a medical journal article.

Apparently some hymens were simply thick and fingering and orgasms could help soften them up.

I moved to her clit, my cock digging into the bed, dripping precum down my pant legs.

I had waited seven fucking years to have sex with her and her hymen was not supposed to be this powerful.

But I felt her seduction work on me even asleep as I put my thumb to her clit and began to rub, gently.

Almost instantly, she began to make sleepy little throaty groans, milk spurting out of her nipples in little pulses as her hips undulated in the air.

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