Page 61 of Taken By Sin
With his other hand, he unzips his pants, unleashing himself. He is rock-hard, and I bite my lip looking down.
Without another word, he grips my waist with his strong hands, lifting and then plunging my body down onto his cock. I moan in pleasure from the way he fills me.
I take control, riding him and realizing just how badly I need to work out from the burning sensation in my calves, but it only adds fuel to my pleasure.
Hearing him moan is one of my favorite sounds.
Who am I?
No, I won’t allow my upbringing to torment the here and now. I want to feel the ebbs and flows of this pleasure, to delight in it. Not scorn it.
I arch my back as he takes control, one of his hands on my ass to lift and the other on my shoulder to slam me back down against him. I rock in pleasure in his hands, unable to form words as he continues to fuck me like a doll.
A warm sensation spreads inside of me as he moans my name. I know, he knows, everyone knows how you get pregnant, so why did he not wear a condom?
Why were we so wrapped up in the moment to allow this to happen? Why am I gripping him harder as he seeps into me, fillingme?
“That was unexpected,” Sin murmurs, his voice rougher now, tinged with a smile. “At least we christened the car.”
I smile, still catching my breath. “You’re a good teacher. I guess I just wanted to say thank you.”
He chuckles softly, his eyes flicking to my lips before meeting mine again. “Anytime,” he says, his voice teasing. “But I might need to give you a few more lessons if this is the reward.”
I slip my long jacket back on, buttoning it to the top now that my romper is a torn heap on the floorboard. “So…” I gesture down, “no protection?”
“Whatever will be will be.” He shrugs casually.
“Sin!” I croak. “I’m barely ready to start my own life, let alone raise someone else!”
“I’m teasing. I get a little injection every month that makes those little guys dormant.”
I let out an exhale. “Good.” I note a sense of sadness in his expression; maybe one day he wants kids? I know I’m not ready for that for a very, very long time.
My stomach growls at the worst moment. “I would take you out to eat, but I ruined your outfit.” He smirks. “Let’s get you home.”
We walk inside, arm in arm, smiling like fools until I see Bria and remember that underneath this coat is nothing. We tossed the torn satin fabric in the trash at a gas station.
I am excited to see her, though. “You’re home!” I try not to say it awkwardly. God, I’ve missed her.
She pulls me into a hug, and I catch Sin’s face past her shoulder. He’s cracking up over this. “This looks so cute!” She grins. “How did the romper fit?”
“It… uhh…” I don’t want to tell her that her brother ripped apart the new gift she got for me.
She tilts her head. “You okay?”
“Yes, it’s great. So cute!”
Rollins walks up, taking Sin’s jacket from his outstretched hand, then turns to me. “Your jacket, Magnolia?”
I snuggle into it. “I’m a bit cold, so I’ll keep it on.”
“Cold?” Bria’s palm gently touches my forehead. “You’re sweating. Do you feel okay?”
Why is everyone so obsessed with taking my jacket?
Sin’s casually leaning against the wall, smirking at me. “There’s nothing underneath it,” he says flatly.
Rollins cheeks burn red as he retreats towards the kitchen, but Bria takes a moment, finally understanding with a look of disgust on her face. “Eww. Sin!” She slaps his chest. “You cannot soil my friend like this.”