Page 39 of Sinful Bargain

Her cheeks redden, but she obeys, squeezing them until her nipples are pointed up at me, begging for a taming tongue.

I lick one, then the other, covering them with my greedy mouth as she squirms beneath me. She moves her hands to my shoulders, pushing me lower. Knowing that she wants me to eat her sweet pussy out drives me fucking wild.

I move down her body, planting a trail of featherlight kisses along her smooth flesh. Her scent is thick in the air, a young girl in heat, demanding to be stretched.

But first, I worship.

I slide my hands under her rear, lifting her ever so slightly as I devour her. She tastes primal and heady, so fucking good. She gushes over me, her arousal everywhere.

She’s close. Right at the fucking edge. As much as I’m enjoying the buffet, I need to feel her coming around my cock more than I need to breathe.

I pull away, and the look she gives me is hurt fury. I almost laugh, but I’m too fucking turned on for humor.

Kneeling, I release my cock from its confines and descend upon her, pulling one of her legs up around my waist while keeping the other flat on the bed so I can drill into her mercilessly.

I know I should be gentle, but I don’t have it in me. I push my way in violently, enjoying the way she shudders beneath me. She’s so fucking tight, every thrust is a fight, and it takes an obscene amount of control not to come on the spot.

Cries of discomfort turn to pleasure as she grows used to my girth. It’s like we were made for each other, which seems like such a sick joke.

Her tits rebound as I bottom out, further enticing me. She has the body of an angel that craves defiling and fucking her is a sin against God himself.

I bring my hand between us to rub her clit. Her eyes practically roll to the back of her head from the slightest contact, and within seconds, I feel her pussy tighten around my shaft.

Her scream rips through the room as she thrashes wildly beneath me, ushering my own powerful orgasm.

I see stars. Literal bursts of light as I explode inside her, turning her pretty pussy into the cream pie I’d dreamed about for so long.

And when we’re both sated, and the throbbing subsides, I realize I came in her. That her womb is now filled with my seed.

My jaw tightens to the point it feels like it’ll snap off. I can’t fucking believe how sloppy I was. That she could get pregnant.

Isn’t that the point?

Yeah, but not by me. Never by me.

And for some sick reason, I want it more than anything.

I pull out hastily, angry with myself.

“Hey!” she whines, but I can’t fucking respond. I can’t even fucking look at her.

So I close myself in the other room, praying for the storm to end so the Keep can come and take her.

12

THERAPY FOR ONE

BROOKE

If Gabriel thought his cruel treatment of me would turn me off to him, he was wrong.

For some inexplicable reason, his cold shoulder only invokes my desire, turning me on far more than when he treats me gently.

After he stormed off to the other room, I masturbated two times, my imagination running wild with thoughts that I’m sure would land me in therapy.

I keep telling myself I should hate him. Iwantto hate him. But with those dark, angry feelings comes a stowaway—lust.

The door to the other room opens and Gabriel steps out, a scowl on his handsome face. I sit on the sofa bed as he storms around the small apartment, purposefully avoiding my gaze.