Page 110 of Sin With Me

The response is immediate. Isaac releases my throat and wraps me in his arms as his mouth collides with mine again. The kiss is brutal, punishing yet adoring all at once.

It’s an oxymoron. It should be impossible, yet with every second that passes, I fall more and more under his spell. I sink deeper and deeper into all that is him.

My friend.

My lover.

My stepfather.

His fingers thread through my hair, tangling in my wild curls. The tug and pull forces my neck to arch and a heady moan pours from deep inside me. He breaks our kiss, panting hard.

“You’re right,” he grits out, sounding tortured. “Your mouth is mine. I own it just like I own every sinful fucking word that spills from these thick lips. Every depraved desire.” His thumb traces my swollen bottom lip before he presses forward, prying my mouth open. “Suck.”

My hands find his hips and I squeeze them to keep myself upright as I do what I’m told, sucking his thick digit between my lips like it’s a popsicle. My tongue traces it, exploring, learning.

Isaac shivers and the sight of it has me dripping between my thighs. My ability to bring out this side of him is empowering. It’s like camming, but better because I’m not hiding. He knows it’s me wrapped around him, bringing him pleasure. He knows it’s me giving myself over, unrestrained and free.

“I own this mouth,” he continues, licking his own lip as if unable to stand not tasting me. “And I want to watch it swallow my cock whole. On your knees, Evelyn. Show me how good you can follow instructions.”

His thumb slips from my lips with a pop and I barely contain a needy whimper at his words. I’m so turned on, so dizzy with desire, I don’t even think twice before sinking to the floor before him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, shooting him a coy smile as I reach for the button on his jeans. He smacks my hand away and shoots me a disapproving glare.

“Do not call me that,” he snarls, his jaw ticking wildly. Feeling properly chastised and unbelievably idiotic for the joke, I swallow thickly as I nod. Bending over, he pinches my face in a firm grip, squishing my cheeks between his fingers as he presses my head back, forcing me to look into his dark eyes. “When you’re naked and serving me, you’ll call me My Lord and nothing else. Do you understand?”

I shift, feeling wetness soaking through my lacy thong. Shit, why is that so hot? It’s seriously fucked up and should send me running for the hills but instead, I find myself seconds from bowing and worshipping at his alter.

“Yes, My Lord,” I whisper, unable to break his all-knowing gaze. “And what will you call me?” His eyes search mine as his fingers dig into my cheeks.

“When I see you like this, greedy and wanton, begging for my cum as if it’ll cleanse you of all your sins, it fucks with my head.” His grip softens with his expression. His lips ghost across my forehead as he murmurs, “My temptress little slut.”

“Holy shit,” I choke out before I can stop myself, my mouth suddenly dry.

Isaac huffs a laugh and stands tall. “Shirt and bra off. Let me see those perfect tits.”

I move slowly, with intent, as I follow his orders. My eyes stay locked on his, only losing his gaze when I pull my top over my head. My white lacy bra goes next, and then, I’m bare from the waist up. My long skirt is scrunched up around my thighs but nothing is visible.

I half expect him to tell me to take everything off but his brown eyes turn molten, going practically black with desire, and I know he’s lost. Lost to the ache pulsing between us, the darkness he continually warns me against. The demons he swears thrive beneath his skin.

I didn’t see them before, but now, with the way he’s towering over me, his expression full of ownership and filthy intent, I believe it.

He has the Devil inside him and I, his willing lamb, am begging to be corrupted.

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he murmurs, his fingers deftly working over the buttons and zipper as he watches me. I bite my lip and shake my head. His smile is borderline feral. “You’ll learn to please me, then.”

“Okay.” The word is nothing more than a puff of air as his long, curved cock springs free from his pants and bobs between us. My mouth practically waters, even as my stomach twists with nerves.

I’m a fucking camgirl, for craps sake. I get naked and play with myself for the world to see and I do it happily, without a second thought. I fuck my ass and use toys. My sexy talk rivals Isaac’s.

He’s right, I am a slut and I love that about myself. I embrace my body, my dirty thoughts and desires. When I’m on camera, I revel in my feminine power, feeling every bit the sexual goddess I pretend to be.

I’m hardly virginal, but the reality is, before Isaac, I was practically a virgin. I’d only ever had sex with one other person, and it was just once. Missionary, in the dim light of Roman’s bedroom. He was way more experienced and knew what he was doing, guiding my body every step of the way, down to my very first, and second, orgasm.

Being with Isaac has been wholly different.

He hasn’t guided me or coaxed orgasms from my body in slow, luxurious seductions. He’s forced them from me with sheer determination, making my body bend to his will as if he truly is the Lord.

Everything with him has been explosive. The first time we fucked, our first kiss. The afternoon on the stairs and every kiss and touch since. This, my first blow job, feels every bit as impulsive and uncontrollable as the rest of him.

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