Page 161 of The Young & the Sinner

In this moment with her, everything felt timeless.

I moved my hips in just the right way, and she let out a small whimper in my mouth. God, this felt amazing. She grabbed my ass and urged me to move again. She didn’t have to worry, not even God Himself could pull me away from her.

I looked at her as I moved, and I wished I could capture this moment on camera. I wanted to remember the way she looked up at me. As if she couldn’t believe I was real… that any of this was real.

“How does this feel?” I asked softly.

“G-Good,” she stuttered. “It feels really good.”

I smiled, then leaned down and gently bit her shoulder. She tightened around me. I moved down to her collarbone, the top of her breasts, and finally, to her hard nipples. She arched her back, giving me more of herself.

I pushed her down with one hand on her stomach and felt her convulse slightly.

She loved it when I exerted a little bit of force. She liked how I had my way with her.

I was so much stronger than she was. So much bigger. I could break her without much effort, which was why I was always so careful with her, aware of this. Aware of her infinite fragility.

“Is this okay?” I asked, a bead of sweat gathering around my forehead. God, she felt amazing. I didn’t want to stop, but I was so close to losing control, I didn’t know how much longer I had.

I was aching.

I moved my hand down and she let out a stuttering breath, knowing exactly where I was heading. My fingers drew gentle lines across her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then I went lower, and her legs tightened around me instinctively.

I tapped her hips sharply, and she looked up at me, her eyes dark with hunger.

“Be a good girl and stay still for me,” I said, squeezing her hip just a little to remind her.

I knew she wanted to let go so bad. Even now, I could feel her need to move against me. But I wanted to see how much she could take before she let go completely.

I waited for her nod before I moved again. I circled her navel with one finger. Then I moved lower, my thumb seeking out her swollen clit.

It seemed she had reached her limit.

She moved her hand to my shoulder, clinging onto me as I moved faster, deeper into her, her fingernails digging into my skin. I was sure I would bear her mark for days to come.

I didn’t care.

My balls felt heavy, and my muscles clenched. It was only a matter of time before I came, and all sense of control vanished as I moved further into her, my thumb rubbing her clit over and over again.

There was no way I was coming before her.

“Mason,” she breathed out, groaned out… moaned out.

“Come for me, Olivia.”

She shook her head. This was probably too much, and I knew she was sensitive down there, but I wanted to see her come while I was inside of her.

“Yes, you can. Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

I pressed harder onto her clit, and her head thrashed from side to side with a groan. “I love you, my beautiful girl. That’s it. Come for me.” And it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, because on a shout, she came, her inner muscles convulsing around me.

I kept moving, loving the sound of our skin slapping against each other every time I moved back into her.

She pulled away to watch me.

And when I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I fell over with the same power as the atomic bomb.

Finally spent, I laid myself on top of her, her chest pushing against mine every time she moved.

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