Page 59 of Unforgivable Sins
“Play with your breasts,” I order quickly, before returning my mouth to her center.
She doesn’t hesitate and runs her hands up her stomach until they’re cupping her breasts. I watch her squeeze and pull on her nipples and a satisfied growl rumbles through my chest. I smack her ass with both of my hands, hard. Once, twice, making her cry out in pleasure before I return my bruising grip to her thighs. She starts rocking her hips, finding a rhythm with my tongue and I know she’s close and chasing her release.
“Look at me, Wendee,” I demand.
Her heavy lidded, green eyes land on mine, and I swear my heart skips a few beats. They’re filled with pleasure but that’s not what has my heart constricting in my chest. It’s the trust that’s so clear to see on her face as she looks down on me. She’s putting all of her trust into me. Trust that I won’t disappoint her. Trust that I won’t hurt her. Trust that I can give her what she’s asking for. And fuck, as she’s staring down at me, rocking her hips against my face, her sweetness coating my tongue and her moans playing like music in my ears, I want to. I desperately want to. But I don’t know if I can.
I focus all of my attention on her body and her cues. I add more pressure to her clit and increase my speed. Her hips move to match my pace. She groans and swears as she rocks above me.
“Take it from me, Wendee. Take what’s yours.”
Her knees fall further open and she sits harder on my face. My own moan of satisfaction adds a deep bass to the beautiful music we’re making. Her hands sink into my hair as her hips start to thrash. She riding my face with abandon and her grip on my hair is close to painful, but I hold her gaze. Her eyes are so pure, her soul shining through, calling to me more than ever. I need her to come so I can take her completely.
I need her.
“Fuck, Sinn…,” she pants, breaths coming hard and ragged as her orgasm starts to crest. Her legs are shaking, and her hips are losing their rhythm. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”
She gives me a quick warning before her thighs clench, squeezing my face tightly between them. I can’t breathe, but I still manage to suck her clit into my mouth as the orgasm hits, causing her to cry out. Her body jerks violently above me and then her body is wracked with smaller shudders, one after another, after another. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s completely consumed by her pleasure. She looks like a fucking goddess, and I want to spend the rest of my days and night worshiping her and making her come.
Her body finally sags in defeat as the pleasure subsides. She sits up higher, loosening her hold on my face, allowing me to breathe again.
“Holy fuck, that was intense.” She’s still looking down at me and her eyes are coming back into focus. Her cheeks immediately turn pink, and she starts to move off of me, muttering some kind of apology that’s not necessary. “I made a mess on you. I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry, I don’t know what—”
I get up quicky, using her own momentum to throw her down on the bed as I hold myself over her. I use one hand to unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling my rock-hard dick free.
“Does this look like I didn’t enjoy every fucking second of that, Wendee?” I ask, my voice gritty with the need to sink so fucking deep inside of her. I wipe my face, her juices coating my mouth and chin, and use it to lube the head of my cock. “I fucking need to be inside of you, now. Right fucking now,” I growl, as I use my knees to spread her legs wide.
“Wait.” Her hands push against my chest, as if she could ever hope to stop me from taking what I want. “I want to see you, Sinn. I want to see all of you, please.”
I gave in and let her kiss me. That’s more intimate than anything else she could ever ask of me. Well, except her request to see me naked. I’m not ready to show her my scars. Not yet. No one else has seen them since I was a kid. Not even Hook.
I push all of that aside as I focus on Wendee lying naked and perfect beneath me. Her eyes are pleading, begging me to give her what I know she deserves, and I can’t hold her demanding gaze. I don’t want to see the hurt in them as I deny her request. My eyes drop to her lips and I’m suddenly filled with need to feel her lips on mine again. It’s like I’m on the verge of madness if I don’t sink inside of her while her mouth is glued to mine. I need to taste her as I take her.
“You can’t ask or expect me to change overnight, Wendee. I’ve already given you more than I’ve given anyone in centuries.”
I don’t wait for her to protest and argue. I use my size and strength against her and lean down, claiming her sinful mouth. I push my tongue inside at the same time I push slow, and deep, inside of her. She hisses in pain as her body struggles to open up to me, but her hand is no longer pushing against my chest. She’s accepted that this is what’s going to happen and she has no fucking chance at stopping me.
Well, that’s not true, if I knew she didn’t want this, didn’t want me, I would never take her like this. But she does want me. I can feel it just as deep in my soul as I am deep inside of her. I swallow down every whimper, moan, and breath she gives me as I start to pump my hips. I’m giving her long, hard strokes, her bed is screaming in protest at our weight and my relentless thrusts, and it’s not long before I feel her body clenching around me.
I keep my mouth locked onto hers, our tongues dancing to the lyrical music our bodies are making. When we’re joined together, we’re literally one soul. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I want so badly to give her more. To give her all of me, everything that I am. The good, the bad, and the ugly. She consumes me and takes me over completely. All I want is her. All I see is her. All I feel is her. All I care about is her. Fuck this world. Fuck everyone else. And fuck whatever it is we’resupposedto do. Fuck my wings and who I was before.
All that matters now is this.
All that matters is her.
All that matters is us.
Dee
Nothing Worth Saving by Dangerkids
I’ve been here at the penthouse with Sinn for a week. And what a glorious, sex and orgasm filled week it’s been! I barely have any time to recover before Sinn is devouring me again, and again, and again. It’s like he’s the damn energizer bunny and literally has no off button. Not that I’m complaining. As far as my life is concerned, this has been the best fucking three weeks of my life, hands down.
Even though I ignore the fact that I’m settling for less than I deserve. Sinn is still holding himself back from me. He still refuses to let me see any part of him other than his dick. I have a feeling it has to do with the scars I saw on his arms the night he bathed me, and I’m trying my best to just be here for him, to show him in any way that I can, that I don’t care about his scars. I don’t care in the way that I thinkhe thinksI will.
But I have seen his attempts at opening up to me. I’ve now experienced the tender and sweet side of him on several occasions. Not to mention the mind-blowing make out sessions. Holy fucking shit! The man can fucking kiss and he seems to want to kiss ME all the fucking time. And so, I pick and choose my battles. I settle. Like I always have. Like I always will. Because I’d rather have pieces of him than none of him. Because I want to be loved so damn badly, I’ll focus on the effort I DO see. I’ll hang on fiercely to the idea that he will eventually give me what I need. I’ll continue being in a relationship with theideaI have of him in my mind. I’ll continue being in a relationship with my hope.
It definitely doesn’t hurt that I’ve never felt more beautiful, secure, and safe, than I do when I’m the center of Sinn’s attention. I feel like he truly sees ME. All of me. And I never have to hide or pretend to be someone I’m not. Granted, having his full attention is not always pretty. He’ll always like causing me pain, but I think the desire to cause me pleasure, to see me happy, is slowly taking the lead. And honestly, I don’t mind the pain. It’s physical and fleeting, and he never gives me more than I can handle. He may be causing me pain on the outside, but he’s slowly healing all of the pain I’ve carried on the inside. Pain that is far deeper and way more excruciating than anything his hands have ever done or will ever do. Not that we have forever to test this theory because we don’t.