Page 29 of Be My Sinner

There is a whole generation now that has never heard rap. Never listened to the likes of musical geniuses like Biggie Smalls, Tupac, or even Eminem. Never been exposed to the Rolling Stones or even the Beatles. Music that could be used to inspire the masses to fight back against their oppressors. Only those of us who know how to hack the old world’s databases are now privy to this great knowledge.

“I can make that happen, Nightstar. Do you want me to bathe you in their stolen money? Cover those perky tits in gold coins?” The corner of my lip lifts at just the thought of all her creamy, gorgeous skin covered in gold. Gold I would steal back from the Order with glee.

“I would rather you bathe me in their blood. It would be more satisfying.” She lets a wistful sigh leave those pouty lips, and I have the sudden desire to see them wrapped around the head of my cock, as she makes that noise vibrate up my shaft.

“Are you in the mood to play a game? It doesn’t seem like setting fuckhead’s car on fire brought you satisfaction,” I question with genuine curiosity.

I slow the car down into a densely wooded section, obscuring us from anyone else who might be passing down these desolate back roads. Only a few people live outside of the metropolises now. The Order prefers to have all their serving population close by and easily controlled. The only exceptions are the farms that provide our food and energy sources. Those are all we see in the distance as we travel.

I put the car in park and turn to her in my seat. Her azure eyes brim with curiosity as they lock onto mine, and I swear I detect the faintest glimmer of excitement. I have to find a way to divert her attention, to steer her away from the haunting memories of her family, and quell the simmering bloodlust within her. My eyes pull away from hers and survey the area around us. Nothing but pine and evergreen trees, and thick bushes surround us. We are two hours from the nearest main city and still forty minutes away from our house.

My hand darts out, my fingers grasping her throat and pulling her over the middle console. My fingers tighten as I watch her lick her lips in anticipation of the violence and lust she craves. My little Nightstar is probably soaking her skimpy panties right now. I lean forward and take a deep inhale of her scent, letting my nose trail along the side of her face before snapping my teeth in her ear. “Are you getting wet, my little depraved slut?” My tongue trails out and licks a thick line down the side of her face.She tastes delicious; she tastes like mine.

A moan leaves her lips in answer as she reaches forward and digs her nails into my arms, puncturing them with her long black nails and causing the sweetest hit of pain to travel through my system. We are the same, two joint, fucked up souls, Dinah and I. We love the madness of pain and violence with our pleasure. Very rarely can there be one without the other between us.

“Take off all your clothes, Dinah. I want you to spread those sexy legs wide on the back seat, slip your fingers inside of your pretty cunt, while I watch you make yourself cum.”

For a moment, nothing but silence greets my words. Her face heats as a pink hue rises on her cheekbones. Her breathing quickens, and I can see her chest rapidly rising. She’s turned on. The question is, will she obey me? Her eyes meet mine, and I see the dark desire and heat in their depths.

She unbelts herself and crawls between the two front seats. It’s awkward and tight, but her petite frame manages to do it. I watch as she pulls my black hoodie over her head, and then the old t-shirt with the character of a dog smoking a blunt, that we salvaged from an underground rebels meeting. She loves that worn-out shirt and refuses to part with it.

Her luminous skin appears before me, one delectable inch at a time. Her light brown-colored, puckered nipples stand rigid, causing my mouth to salivate with the need to suck them deep. Her boots, pants, and panties follow the path of her shirts as she displays all her soft skin that is begging for my teeth and mouth.

She raises her socked feet, placing one on each of the front seat’s headrests and spreading her legs wide. Her pretty pussy is on display, the slit gleaming in the interior lights, and that small runway of dark hair leading me to my pot of gold. I can smell her musky and sweet scent in the air, the smell of her arousal, causing me to inhale deeply with pleasure. My cock is so hard inside my pants that I can feel my zipper digging into my commando flesh, a wet spot already making its presence known against the fabric.

“Get to it, Nightstar. I want you to slip three fingers inside and stretch that hole wide for me. Show me what a dirty girl you are.”

She trails her hand down the soft skin of her neck and across her tattooed chest, reaching for her right breast, squeezing the round, full globe before her small fingers pull on the nipple. I watch her body tighten with the pleasure she is causing herself, the heat in my own body rising with every stroke of her sinful digits. She slides her hand over to her left breast and gives it the same treatment, a moan escaping her lips. I unbutton my pants, sliding the zipper lower as my eyes keep track of her movements. Fuck, she is stunning, so sexy and powerful, reaching for her own pleasure.

The sound of the zipper, our combined heavy breathing, and the little moans leaving Dinah, are some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard. My cock springs up the minute it is released from his harsh confines. I grasp tightly to the thick length, stroking it from root to tip and feeling the drops of precum trailing down from the throbbing, engorged head.

Dinah’s palm trails down her tattooed ribs to her toned, flat stomach. The black roses and swirls of art that I decorated her flesh with are bright against her luminescent skin. It brings me so much pleasure every time I see all my artwork on her skin. My brand. My calling card. My ownership.

Her black nailed fingers reach her swollen pink pussy lips and begin to rub circles with purpose against her clit. She’s slick as she spreads her lips for me and exposes herself; my mouth fills with saliva and with the need to run my tongue through her folds, spearing it deep into her cunt. So that I can feel her spasm against me as I drink her down like a parched man leaving a desert.

She slips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly until they’re covered in her slickness, and pulls them out, raising her hand before my face between the seats. I lean forward and suck them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them and enjoying her taste. A moan leaves my lips and causes a smirk to cross her face.

She pulls them back from my lips with a naughty smile and slips her fingers back inside of herself. Fucking her cunt a little deeper, faster, eliciting moans from both our lips. She pulls them out again and, this time, slides them between her own lips, sucking her taste off of them and moaning deep. Shit, that’s so fucking hot that I’m ready to blow my load just watching it.

“You taste so good, don’t you, my little Nightstar? Like the sweetest drug, the sweetest sin.”

She nods, her eyes at half mast, thick, dark lashes framing seductive blue eyes that call to me with a siren song to drown in their depths. And like the lunatic I am, I would go willingly into their depths for one more hit of her taste.

She slides her hand back down, softly running the pads of her fingers across her perfect flesh and digging her long nails into her skin. Leaving raised, red lines along her flesh with a map to where my treasure awaits.

She dips three fingers inside her hole, widening her legs until her ass is off the seat, and she’s sprawled along the leather. My vision is ensnared by the movement and speed of her digits. She no longer fucks herself leisurely or gently, picking up speed and forcefulness as the sounds of her increased wetness surround us.

“Show me that gaping hole, Nightstar. Let me see how that pussy spreads for me.”

She pulls out her fingers and spreads herself wide for my view, her hole clenching and gaping with the need to be filled. I lean forward and spit inside of it, and a breathy moan leaves her lips. I do it again, this time making sure it slips down her pussy and to her puckered hole. “Slip a finger inside that ass for me, baby; let me see how you clench for me.”

Her head moves against the seat, her dark waves trailing over her soft skin as she slips three fingers back inside her waiting drenched cunt and slips her thumb inside her ass. A deep groan leaves my lips at the beautiful and sexy sight before me. Dinah spread wide, and two of her holes filled for me.

I reach forward and rub my thumb across her clit, rubbing it in deep circles as my other hand reaches between us and pulls her nipple hard. The cry that leaves her lips has a hint of pain in its undertones but is drunk on lust. Her breathing is picking up, and her beautiful flesh is staining blush along her chest and neck. Her skin is covered in goosebumps, and she shivers and pants simultaneously. She’s close, so very close to exploding and finding her own euphoria.

I pull back and slap her breast with the palm of my hand, hitting it once and again in rapid succession before moving to the other one and delivering the same blows. Her wetness is slipping down her fingers and coating her hand and the seat. Fuck, what a beautiful sight. I want to lick up every single drop. I want to get down on my knees and worship at her altar—the altar of sin and pleasure.

“Fuck, oh my God. Fuck!” She screams as her body is pushed over the edge. Her back bows off the seat. Her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip, and her hair sticks to her face and neck in sweaty, slick tendrils. Her eyes close as she reaches her peak, her fingers moving so fast now inside of her, pushing her over the edge and forcing her to detonate.

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