Page 67 of Unforgivable Sins

I clench my jaw, holding her determined gaze as her hands slide to the next button, setting it free. My heart starts to pound in my chest and my hold on her tightens even more in my panic. I haven’t been exposed to anyone…ever. Not as an adult with the choice to do so. She doesn’t know what she’s asking of me. She doesn’t know this is an impossible request. She doesn’t know I’m fucking terrified.

“Wendee.” My voice is low, and slightly shakes, betraying my fear.

“Trust me, Sinn. Trust me the way I trust you.”

She sets the last button free and then I feel her soft hands gently settling on my stomach, but her eyes remain locked on mine. My muscles clench at the touch and my eyes close for several frantic beats of my heart. The feel of her hands on my skin is beyond compare. I’ve never felt anything more peaceful or electrifying in my entire life. It’s perfect. She’s fucking perfect. Her hands slowly start to glide up my stomach and I can’t help the shiver that shakes my entire body or the groan of pleasure that escapes my lips. My body somehow relaxes underneath her attention and touch. Both of my hands move to rest gently on her hips.

“Fuck, Wendee.” I open my eyes to find her eyes traveling along with her hands. Seeing me for the first time.

Her hands reach my chest, and she slides them to the sides, opening my shirt up further. “Fucking hell, Sinn, your beautiful,” she says in awe, as she continues to explore my body with her eyes and hands.

Her fingertips find a thin scar above my collar bone, and she traces it gently before she tiptoes and lays a gentle kiss against it. I can feel the genuine love and care in her touch, and it sinks my heart like an anchor in my chest. No one has ever seen my scars much less touched them or kissed them…except Wendee. And the ones she has seen are the smaller, less noticeable ones. The thought of her seeing the devastation on my back rockets my anxiety back up full force. What will she think of them? There’s no way she’ll think I’m beautiful once she sees them. She’ll gape in disgust and flinch away from me. She’ll finally look at me like the monster I am. No, I can’t risk it. I can never have Wendee look at me that way. It would destroy something inside of me. The only good thing I have left. I need to regain control of this situation before it goes too far. Before we can’t turn back from the edge of cliff and tumble over into death.

Death of us.

I grab her wrists, stopping her exploration, and I kiss her again. I kiss her hard and deep. Showing her with my mouth how much she means to me. I kiss her with the desperation and fear I feel inside of me. I desperately want her to see me, all of me, and get to know every piece of who I am, but I’m scared she’ll never be able to fully accept me. So, I kiss her, telling her all of my wants and all of my fears the only way I can.

She moans into my mouth. I swallow it down, and it’s the spark that ignites my flames. The fire rages inside of me, starting in the pit of my stomach, climbing and climbing, until I’m consumed by flames. Her flames.

“Fuck.” I break the kiss and twist her around, pushing her body down and over the ledge. “I need to feel you, Wendee. I need to be inside of you.”

I unleash my aching cock and angle her hips where I need them. I yank her shorts to the side and run my fingers up the middle of her center, soliciting another breathy moan as she pushes her hips back against my fingers, needing me just as much as I need her.

“You’re so fucking hungry for me, Wendee.” I push two fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out slowly. I lean over her body and whisper into her ear. “Do you hear how sweetly your body is begging for mine?” I ask, as I pump my fingers into her wet pussy, adding a third, preparing her for my dick, although there’s no real

way to prep her for me.

“Yes,” she pants, as I continue to stretch her open. “I always want you, Sinn. Always.”

Her words twist up my stomach. I want her to always want me. That’s why I can’t show her everything that I am. I can’t risk it. I can’t risk losing her this way. I remove my fingers from her pussy and wipe off her wetness on my dick, pumping myself hard a few times before I bring my head to her opening. I rub her slit up and down, up and down, and then I slap her sensitive clit with my slick and heavy cock before I tease her opening again. She squirms and pushes her hips back, trying to capture my dick.

“Sinn, please!”

“Please what, Wendee. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Sinn. I want your dick inside of me, please.”

My balls clench at her words. “Fuck,” I groan deeply, as I push inside of her.

I have to pull out and push in again, and again, and again, slowly pushing my way further inside of her. She’s always so fucking tight that I have to fight for it every damn time. Once I’ve pushed all the way inside of her, I pull all the way back out, and slide in again. Tip to base in one fluid motion. Again and again, until she’s taking all of me with no resistance.

“Oh, fuck, Sinn, you’re so deep. You feel so fucking good,” she moans.

I wrap her hair around my left wrist, my other hand gripping her waist, holding her in place as I pull her head toward me. Her back arches in the sexiest fucking way, and I pull on her hair until her eyes are able to meet mine as I lean over her body. I pump my hips faster, driving into her harder.

“Don’t ever fucking deny me what’s mine again, Wendee. This pussy is mine and I get to fuck it whenever I fucking say I get to fuck it. Do you understand?”

I think she tries to answer me but all I get is a guttural sound coming from her throat as she moans. I let go of her hip and tug the top of her tank top down over her breasts, setting them free. I grip one in my hand then gently squeeze her nipple, her groans and pants for breath intensifying. Then I slap her tender breast; once, twice, three times. She whimpers, her skin turning red under the power of my heavy hand, and I continue to drill into her from behind. I can feel the walls of her pussy starting to clench around my dick. She’s close to coming, her eyes are closed, she’s getting lost in the pleasure, but I need her to fucking answer me.

I slap her cheek.

She lets out a surprised cry and her eyes jerk open. They finally focus on mine and I know I have her attention. “You’re mine, Wendee. Every fucking inch of your skin and every fucking piece of your soul. You belong to me. Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes," she manages to get out.

"Good. Now come on my dick and don’t you dare fucking close those eyes,” I demand, as I reach down and rub her clit, sending her over the edge.

She tries to scream but I still have her neck pulled at a hard angle, restricting her voice. Her pussy drenches my cock and I finally let go of her hair. She hangs her head and leans over the ledge for support. Her legs go limp, and I pick them up, holding them on the sides of my hips, as I continue to pump into her.

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