Page 28 of Sin

“Ow!” I yell because it hurt and also surprised me.

“Tomorrow I’m Sin. Tonight, I’m still Daddy. Do you fucking understand?”

I support myself on the Cherrywood bed frame. “Yes, Daddy.”

Without another word, he goes back to making a meal out of me. Alternating between swipes of his tongue on my clit, his tongue inside me, and then he takes my nub between his lips and sucks hard.

And I’m done.

Even if I ever let another man touch me like this, they’ll never do this to me. With my limited experience, I already know that. Grabbing onto my hips, he flips me to my back and climbs over me.

Hovering over me, he rubs his cock against my clit while pressing his lips to mine. He licks at every corner of my mouth, devouring me and I never want him to stop, but he does.

Pushing my legs back, he pins me so I can’t move, and I moan loudly with his cock at my entrance.

“Tell me you’re mine. Even though we both know it’s a lie, I need to hear those words fall from your lips.”

There is no hesitation. My throat is thick with emotion. “I’m yours.”

He may say it’s a lie, but it’s not. Even though he doesn’t want me after tonight, it changes nothing for me. I am his. If only he could also be mine.

Sin pushes inside me with a sexy groan. “This is why I can’t just keep fucking you, baby girl. I would never get enough. This pussy only gets better every time I have it.”

That’s the mind-fuck that Sin is for me. In one breath, he says he can never get enough and in the next; he says he’ll get bored with me. It’s nothing short of confusing. He pulls out most of the way and slams back in. “I have to let you go.”

I swallow hard as he continues to fuck me. I don’t ask, but I wonder if he’s trying to convince me or himself because we are good together. Why is he so intent on destroying something so perfect?

Releasing my legs, he climbs over me, places one hand on the mattress beside my head, and wraps his other around my throat with a growl. “Why do you have to be so goddamn beautiful?”

“Daddy,” I whimper pathetically.

I’ve never considered myself to be beautiful, but he makes me feel like I am. I place my hands on his shoulders loving the way his skin feels against my fingertips and wanting to somehow be able to remember what every touch feels like.

“Come for me, dirty slut,” he says as he rails me so hard I wonder if I’ll even be able to walk out of here tomorrow. Every time he pulls back, I push my hips forward like I can prevent him from ever leaving my pussy. I would do anything to hold on to this, even though I know I can’t. So I do what I’m told and come.He follows me less than a minute later, grunting his release in that sexy way he does.

Rolling over, he takes me with him and holds me tight in his big muscular arms. I never want to leave his embrace. “Sleep now, beautiful.”

If he notices the tears traveling from my face to his chest, he says nothing. He just tightens his hold on me like he never wants to let go, but of course, he will. He has made his intentions crystal clear. You can’t make someone love you. Either they do or they don’t. And he doesn’t. If he felt the way I do, he wouldn’t be able to let me go. Knowing that doesn’t change the fact that I’m desperate for more of him. I’m going to find a way to hold on to him. I just don’t know what it is.

Before I open my eyes,I know I’m alone. For the past week, Sin has held me in his arms, refusing to have any space between us. While he wanted us to sleep separately, I fought and won that battle. It was a fight worth having because sleeping beside him for the last week has been heaven. I sigh as I pop my eyes open and confirm my thoughts. He’s not here.

I sit up and climb out of bed feeling the soreness between my legs. It makes me smile because it reminds me of how many times he fucked me last night. Like he couldn’t get enough of me the same way I have not had my fill of him. I still want more. Maybe he needs to see what he’s losing. Other men would want me. I’m sure of it. I wasn’t always but being with him has made me feel like a sexy woman and the more confident version of myself knows without a doubt others will want me. I don’t thinkhe loves me, but I also don’t think this is purely one sided either. Sin feels something for me, even if he doesn’t want to.

After showering and getting dressed, I make my way to his kitchen, where he waits with a cup of coffee. He hands it to me and I look at the disposable cup with a frown.

“To go?”

He chuckles, “Yes, Kierra. Last time I left you in my home to depart on your own I found you,” he clears his throat, “misbehaving. I have to go, so you will too.”

I nod as I swallow the lump in my throat. I might have been wrong. Maybe he doesn’t feel anything for me because this seems easy for him.

Sin taps the top of the briefcase on his kitchen island, “This is for you. There’s a little extra since you spent a week with me. All cash as requested.”

I roll my eyes, “You didn’t need to pay me extra. It wasn’t you that wanted me for longer. That was my doing. I should be paying you.”

“Take it.”

He runs a hand through his hair and then hands me his card. “Kierra. If you need anything, please call me.”

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