Page 126 of Sinner's Salvation

She squeezes her eyes shut and I brush my nose against hers. “Look at me. Let me watch those beautiful eyes of yours. I’m so proud of you.”

When she does, I kiss her, losing myself in my woman.

“Breathe, love. You’re doing so well. That’s it. Just a little more.” When I am buried to the hilt, pleasure skitters down my spine. She has her arms around me in a tight grip, face scrunched up. I kiss her forehead, holding myself up on my palms, letting her adjust to me being inside of her.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a bit... it’s more of a discomfort.”

I don’t move, though everything in me screams to fuck her, but I won’t. Not until the discomfort eases. She looks at me with those bewitching eyes full of trust. My palms glide over every inch of her body—a work of art for me to discover. It feels fucking surreal having her naked, for and under me, with me buried inside of her. When she wiggles under me, I move a bit.

“Better?”

“I feel you everywhere,” she moans, confirming the truth behind her words.

Me too. Me fucking too.

“Fuck . . . You were made for me.”

I give into the slow rhythm. Our eyes lock and strong emotions ignite in me. I have never done this with anyone, and vulnerability cracks something inside me.

She places her hands on my cheeks and kisses me. “Stay with me.”

“I’m right here with you.”

She kisses me again and murmurs, “Good, now make me come.”

“Greedy, like I said.”

I chuckle, but I’m a man on a mission. Nibbling on her neck, I press my thumb against her clit. My cock stretches her tight pussy, the piercing hitting all the right places to bring her higher and higher.

The sounds she makes, like she’s falling apart and being put back together—it’s a symphony of ecstasy. She wraps her legs around me, arching her hips.

“Let go, love. Come for me. Let me watch how beautifully you fall apart on my cock.”

She shatters under me, a tremble rocking her. I don’t take long with her pussy gripping me so good, dotting my vision. Clenching my jaw, I try to prolong it, but it’s impossible. Throwing my head back, my muscles constrict to the point of snapping. My release is so fucking powerful that my vision blackens for a second. Satisfaction propels me so high. I am a damn rocket ready to take off. A few pumps later, I groan. Erupting, I empty myself in her pussy, painting her walls in my cum. And she’s sucking in every drop.

Breathing heavily, I need a moment to gather myself. When I pull out, our cum is mixed with a red splotch.

In front of my altar, I lower myself and place a tender kiss there.

“Cameron?”

“Let me kiss what I broke to make mine.” Her pussy is puffy and sore after it took my cock. Hello, my new addiction. I will take fabulous care of you.

I pepper her in kisses, caressing her swollen lips. Then I fall next to her and pull her to my chest. I don’t know if it’s my heart or hers that beats uncontrollably. Maybe it’s both of us. Placing my lips against her temple, I trace my fingers up and down her belly, savoring the divine moment of her lying in my arms.

“I know this is who you are beneath the man you’ve become.”

She can see through me so well. I’m not ready for her to see everything. I move away because this is too much. Too much intimacy. Too much happiness. Just too much.

She turns around, swinging her leg over my thighs, pinning me down with her palms on my chest. It’s a terrible idea, considering my dick is nestled under her ass and she must be sore.

I grip her chin and drag her face to mine. In all seriousness, I say, “I am not that man. Don’t be delusional, darling.”

And to show her, I push her down on my dick. She bites her lower lip so hard she might break the skin.

“We have to keep that pussy open, don’t we?”

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