His Sweetest Sin

“Don’t fucking say you’re sorry.” I flinch at his fury. “Shit,” He pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my temple. Barely a whisper, he sighs into my ear, “I’m sorry, sugar. I’m angry at myself for not thinking of you, for not taking better care of you. I should have, especially after how much pain you were in last night.”

I bite my lip until I taste blood. It’s not until we’re walking through his front door before I yank him down to me with his coat. Chris doesn’t even break the kiss; I’m in his arms and in the bedroom in what feels like seconds. I push his coat off, then try to undo his jeans. I’m pushed lightly toward the bed. He’s shaking his head. “No, you touch me and I go up in flames.”

“I want to taste you. Please, I’ve been dying to taste you since last night, it’s all I thought about today. You promised me, this morning.” I try to go on my knees, but in seconds he has me up. Pushing off my coat, he pulls off my dress, then guides me into a wingback chair in the corner of the room.

When he pushes his jeans down I can’t believe the way my body floods in a wet rush at the sight of him, not just there, but my mouth too. Holy crap, he’s as big as he felt. How did he fit inside me?

Taking his sweater off, Chris takes a step closer until he’s only inches away from me. I reach out to touch him, a finger teasing the weeping slit of him. Without thinking I lean in to taste him.

Cautiously, I run my tongue over the slit, curious about the tastes. Hmm...not bad. I try to remember what the women told me. Feeling a little braver, I grasp him in my hand. So soft, silky, and insanely hot and large, my hand doesn’t wrap around him entirely. Swirling my tongue, I suck him lightly into my mouth, and he groans above me. I look up; he looks like he’s in pain.

His hand goes into my hair, grasping it like he did this morning. It makes me as wet now as it did then. “Don’t stop. Your other hand, wrap your other hand around me too.” He sighs. “Good girl, now stroke me. Yes, just like that. Now put me back in your mouth.”

Eagerly, I suck him back inside. I’d wanted to scratch out the pretty Hispanic woman’s eyes as she talked me through giving Chris a blow job, as she’d done it several times before and I needed to know

how to best please him, since he was too big to take more than a few inches of. Right now, I want to kiss her with thanks. I’m a little embarrassed at how wet my mouth has gotten, but it’s necessary to stroke him better. I lick down the length of him then carefully lick the heavy, full, silky pouch.

The hand tightens in my hair as he moans low. Slowly, gingerly, I suck one side into my mouth as I toy with the tip of him. He says something I can’t make out, then I release it before moving to the other. I press my thumb lightly under the tip of his cock as I squeeze him in time with the throbbing heartbeat I feel in my mouth. He swears, pulling me from his cock.

I don’t let his cock go. Hungrily, I take the head of him back into my mouth, sucking in a motion, to milk his come from him. A growl, loud and clear, is above me as his cock thickens before he comes. Holy crap. It’s not easy to take everything; in fact, it’s not possible. Swallowing is reflexive as I remember to continue to lightly stroke him. The taste isn’t as horrible as I heard. It’s not lobster bisque, but it’s not nearly as bad as I feared.

I also remember every single woman of the five who ended up chatting with me last night said men loved when a woman took everything they gave. Looking up at Chris, it’s clear he’s pleased, he wipes my chin as he pulls back. He kisses my forehead as he picks me up to carry me over to the bed.

I’m expecting him to finish undressing, so when he goes into the bathroom I’m surprised. I take the time to take off my bra, and my hands are on my hips as he comes back with a washcloth. Tenderly, he wipes my face, breasts and neck. With a moan, I cuddle into his hand as he cups my face. He presses hot kisses along my neck. “I have to warn you now, I liked that very much and am going to need you to do it often.”

I run my hands down his hard, muscular chest. God, it’s just so beautiful with the ridges of muscle and the vivid tattoos. “Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I liked it so much I’m dripping wet over it. I love the feel of you in my mouth, yes, please, everyday please.”

With a groan he kisses me hard, rough, until the world spins. “Such a sweet mouth, so dirty. I love it. Your pussy is wet for my cock, sugar?” I blush at the word as I nod. He laughs. “Tell me, Amelia. I love how you blush at the word. Tell me what I need to hear.”

God, he’s so dirty. I know the word littered the stories I read. I still had a hard time even thinking it. “Chris, please.”

“Please, what? I want to taste your pussy, to drown in the sweet sugar pouring out of you. Tell me what is wet and ready for me. I can smell you, tell me.”

“My pussy is so wet for you.” It’s so dirty, it’s so bad, and it feels so good, as if the chains around my neck are off. Sex isn’t bad, it’s not wrong, it’s not just to make babies, it’s to connect to the person you love, to give them everything you can’t say with words. “Taste the sugar I made for you.”

His hand comes up around my neck, circling it in a lazy grip. Then he smiles a half smile, a dimple on display, and sky blue glows bright down at me. “That’s my good girl, bad just for me.”

Nipping at my mouth, he slowly works his way down my body with soft, gentle kisses. His mouth is wicked as he sucks, nibbles, and plays with my breasts, bringing me to the point of pain before soothing me then starting all over again. My hands tangle in his hair as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. With a last deep, suckling motion that pulls a moan from the depths of me, he kisses lower and lower.

My panties are still on, damn it. His tongue teases me through the lace. Through the lace he sucks on my outer lips, then licks me as he sucks harder and harder. I’m shaking before he finally pulls my panties off. He’s driving me crazy, deeper his tongue goes, licking, teasing, then his fingers slip inside. Only the release I was hoping for is nowhere in sight.

“Soon, sugar, soon.” The words are a whisper against my mound as he sucks the flesh while his fingers fuck into me.

Liar, I want to scream. I do when he teases me to the edge of an orgasm for the fourth fucking time before pulling back. His chuckle is evil as he presses his fingers into me, to that spot, then sucks my clit and thank fucking god I explode hard, so hard my body aches. I’m barely aware of being taken into his arms. He’s behind me. Then he’s sliding into me, yes, yes please. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the first feeling of him pushing inside me, so thick, so full, so fucking good. I hate I’m not really able to move. We’re on our right side, his arm around my chest, under my breasts; his left hand is on my hip, holding me as he thrusts into me. I moan, trying to push back, he’s not as deep as he was the other night.

Rolling onto his back, he wraps both arms around me, impaling me on him. Yes, yes, he hits the spot again and again and I want to scream when he stops moving. One large hand is on my throat, his other hand down low on my pelvis as he leisurely fucks me onto his thick cock. My hand covers his, trying to push him further down, and he laughs. How do I love him so much when he’s such a fucker?

I give up and slide my own fingers inside. Oh it feels so good, his cock inside me, my fingers playing over my still swollen clit. Grabbing my wrists into one large hand, he fucks harder and harder into me. Yes, please. I’m coming, so good, it feels so good. I scream when he stops, and he laughs, rolling me over onto my stomach. His big body over me, my wrists out in front of me, my legs straight, he starts all over again. Holy fuck, I understand how people die during sex—he’s killing me. I swear I can’t take it, so good, oh yes. I fall from stars into an ocean of ecstasy, into him, the two of us melting into one. The feeling of him coming inside me sends little sparks along my body. He groans as he moves inside me slowly, as if he’s trying to make sure all of him stays inside me.

We don’t move for a while, and he whispers in my ear, “I’m so proud of you, Amelia Bishop. You sucked my cock like a good girl and demanded I eat your pussy like the bad girl you’ve been hiding deep inside. I told you, ask me for what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

From inside, my pussy clings to his cock, still so thick inside me. “I want you to keep your cock inside me until you’re ready to fill me up again. We need to make up for missing last night. How soon before you can fill me again?”

With a laugh he rolls onto his back, his arms around me. “Depends on how long it takes for you to scream again.”

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Chris