Page 31 of In the Light of Sin

“Since you asked so nicely.” His words were condescending as his blunt tip pressed into my sensitive flesh. I bit my lip as the tip of his cock put pressure on my clit again, harshly moving back and forth to continue his torture. He stilled his movements, keeping firm pressure on me. I barely made out his quick and shallow breaths, seemingly trying to restrain himself. Well, I wasn’t waiting for him to change his mind.

No, I threw my hips back, penetrating myself. It was not a smart move. The pain of being celibate for so long and adjusting to the size of the largest cock I’d ever had inside of me. It wasn’t a good combo.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sarge groaned, throwing his head back with a hiss. His hands bruisingly gripped my hips for a moment before he ripped them away to slam them down on the counter at my sides. His grip tightened to the point I was momentarily nervous it might crack. “You wanted me that bad?”

I couldn’t think of anything besides the feeling of us being connected together. My cheek pressed against the cold vanity, resting between where his hands grabbed the counter between his straining grip, and I numbly nodded my head in answer. I didn’t know if he registered my reaction as he remained still, letting me adjust to his size.

I never wanted to know where he ended and I began.

I let out an impatient sigh as I waited for him to move, but my need couldn’t wait any longer, so I did it for him.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His voice was low, barely human. His hands left the counter, fingers pressing into my hips as he tried to get a grip on himself. “I control this, not you.”

“Then hurry up!” I wiggled as much as I could against him, biting the inside of my cheek at the feel of him twitching inside my right walls. “I’m not gonna wait anymore, Sarge. Fuck me.”

His fingers tightened again against my hips, threatening to pop my joint out of place with his force. Hell, I’d just seen him pop a bone through the skin of his opponent’s arm not thirty minutes ago. He wasn’t trying to restrain himself this time.

I feel like I touched an insecurity of his.

When he still didn’t start to move inside me like I’d begged for, I started to ask what was wrong, but he responded in his own brute way. He backed his hips up and pushed inside of me so harshly I thought I was going to rip in half. A gasp mixed with surprise, pain, and pleasure escaped. I didn’t have time to decipher the delicious feelings as he quickened his pace, simultaneously taking my words and my pleasure closer to an edge I hadn’t been on before.

“You’ll wait as long as I fuckin’ tell you to wait,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “I control you. You don’t control me.”

Even in my lust-filled haze, it sounded more like a reminder to himself than a command to me.

“You control all of me, Sarge.” My voice was soft, barely audible, combined with a breathless moan. “I’ll let you take whatever you want from me.”

“What I want from you can never be given back.” He thrust hard into me, causing a whimper followed by a moan to escape my throat, leaving a tingle at the force of it.

“Keep it.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to center myself from his bruising thrusts while attempting to calm whatever storm was invading his mind. My pleasure was building, but so was my worry for him. “Take any piece of me you want.”

“You barely have anything left to give.”

A cry escaped me as I slammed my hand down on the counter. A cry of pleasure tinted with the pain of the truth to his words. Like I touched a nerve with him, he also touched one for me. If he wanted to take his misery out on fucking me, then I’d return the favor. “You have no pieces left either, Sarge.”

I threw my hips back, meeting his halfway. A move he wasn’t expecting. “Fuck!”

He shifted forward until my body was pinned between his and the vanity counter. I was helpless. I couldn’t move.

I was at his mercy, yet I never wanted to be anywhere else.

At that thought, something deep inside me snapped, exploding through my body like wildfire. A deep moan escaped my lips as I shivered through the aftershocks he seemed determined to ride out. Sarge’s arm gently slipped around my waist. His affectionate touch surprised me, and I listened to his guttural groan accompanied by his release. I don’t think he realized what he was doing, either. I felt his thumb brush against my stomach a few times before his words made me freeze.

“You said I had nothing left to give.” He paused. “I’ll always have a piece of myself waiting for you.”

He hastily pulled out of me like he’d just woken from a trance. My heart dropped, feeling dismal as he jumped away from me like I’d burned him. I half expected him to be gone by the time I pulled myself together, but he wasn’t.

“No prettier sight than my come dripping down your thighs.”

Using what little strength I had, I pushed myself up on the vanity. Shakily turning around, I rested my elbows on the counter again to keep myself upright. My eyes widened with realization as Sarge looked at me dead on. He stepped closer to me, so close we were centimeters apart. And maybe, just maybe, his affectionate caress earlier wasn’t a mistake after all.

Not when his hand clamped itself against my cheek.

“You fuckin’ belong to me, Joslyn.” He grabbed my chin in a bruising grip. This man didn’t know how to be gentle in any sense. “You’re mine to fuck. When I tell you to bend over, I mean you bend your ass over any fuckin’ surface, and I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours up.”

The knot in my throat threatened to suffocate me as I looked at him, trying to decipher his mood. “I thought you said you’d never hurt me.”

“I did. That was until I finally saw how pretty you look bent over with my come running down your legs. Fuckin’ addicted to the sight of your pussy spilling from my cock, Sunshine.”

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