Page 49 of In the Light of Sin

“I didn’t mean—“

“Only natural to look at freaky things.” My stomach plummeted. That’s not what I meant by it at all. His posture told me he wanted to tell me but felt self-conscious by my brief staring, which made my heart hurt. “Even with a fucked up hand, I could still fuck you into the ground, Sunshine.”

I knew he could. He’s proved it to me many times. “I’d let you fuck me anywhere, Sarge.”

He took a step towards me, pressing my body into the wall with his. “You wanna fuck at your best friend’s wedding?”

“Why does she have to be the only one who gets dick tonight?”

He grabbed my wrist, and I couldn’t help my laughter as he dragged me down the hallway where the extra rooms were. He led us to a door, and instead of there being a room, there was a stairwell there. I didn’t have time to admire it before Sarge impatiently threw me over his shoulder. “You’re takin’ too fuckin’ long.”

Biting my lip to contain my smile, he rushed up the stairs to a secret stairway with another row of rooms. This must be where the other members of the Souls resided. They did say they had other rooms here. Sarge ran—well, more like walked with his behemoth-like steps—and kicked the door open and threw me in the center of the bed, uncaring of my bridesmaid dress or the hair that Oakley spent hours on. “You know I spent hours getting dolled up.”

“Was a waste of time.” He stalked towards me. “That makeup is gonna be running down your face when you’re chokin’ on my cock.”

My eyes lit up, surprised about this turn of events. Sarge wouldn’t even let me touch him, let alone see anything other than what was already exposed on his scarred form. “You’re going to let me see it?”

“I’m gonna let you taste it.”

My mouth watered at the thought. I watched closely as his right hand–he would rarely do things with his deformed hand when others were around– trailed down his stomach before going to the zipper of his jeans. The bulge was prominent and restrained; it looked very heavy. My throat bobbed with nerves. “Will you even fit in my mouth?” I’ve felt his cock. I knew it was long and thick, filling me up to the brim even when I thought I would rip in half. What damage would it do to my mouth? I guess death by dick suffocation was a good way to go.

“Even if it doesn’t,” he zipped his denim jeans down, anticipation making me rub my thighs together as my core heated up, waiting for him to show me his cock, “there’s always room down your throat.”

I groaned, sitting up on my knees and clenching my thighs together as I eagerly watched him unfasten his belt, followed by the button on his jeans. The large bulge threatened to break through the constraints of his boxers before his cock sprang free. Tip straight to the ceiling as my eyes took it in. I knew his cock felt big, but it looked even bigger.

The vein on the underside was pulsating, tempting me to slide my tongue, align it, and soothe it.

I didn’t wait for permission as I dropped to the floor, knees painfully hitting the hard surface, but I ignored the sting in favor of doing what I craved. My hand wrapped around his stiff cock, his hiss of pleasure encouraging me to instinctively drag my tongue from the base of his cock to the sensitive vein on the underside of his dick, making the behemoth of a man shiver under my touch. He was sensitive there…

I’ve never felt more powerful having control of a man twice my size, able to get him to bend at my will with a flick of my tongue.

My tongue left his cock before my lips covered the blunt head, giving a powerful suck that almost brought him to his knees. He took a small step trying to regain his composure–he’s been celibate for a while, and having someone’s mouth on his cock was bound to get him off quickly. His right hand tangled in my hair, and I bobbed up and down, getting as much of him as I could in my throat. The head of his cock made it far, but his size was making my mouth sore already. It was a difficult task, with my small mouth and his large size, but I made it work.

My sore throat would be worth it in the morning. Maybe his cock could soothe the pain? I relaxed my throat, a trick I bet he didn’t think I knew how to do, when I took him as deep as I could, tongue wrapping itself on every inch of flesh it could reach.

“Ohfuck, Joslyn. That mouth, baby.” I loved the way his vein throbbed under the assault from my tongue. I craved the attention his hand was giving my hair as he pushed and pulled on it like a saddle, trying to take control of my speed. The pain when he pulled my strands to a fine point, telling me not to stop, and I didn’t want to. “That’s right, fuck your mouth with my cock.”

I looked up, wishing I could see his face beyond the veiled darkness, but I wouldn’t let it stop me as I peppered kisses up his cock, tongue swirling around the tip as my hand—that could barely reach around his girth—twisted around every inch my mouth wasn’t currently occupying. The tip of my tongue teased his slit as my thumb brushed against his vein—

He couldn’t help himself. He threw his head back, making the loudest sound I’d ever heard from him, along with a guttural growl coming from his chest. I wanted to keep the momentum going. I opened my mouth to take him back inside, but he let me know my control was over as he shoved me in deep. His hands left my hair, holding onto the sides of my head as he used me like a personal fuck toy, thrusting as quickly as his body allowed him to.

All I could do was grip his jeans and enjoy the ride—which I was. The feeling of his pre-cum spilling from my lips, the burning eyes, the feel of Sarge—

A girl could get addicted to being manhandled like this.

“Fuckin’ good girl, Joslyn.” His hips stuttered before pulling out of my mouth completely. “Good girls get to taste my cock.”

I stuck my tongue out, signaling I wanted him back in my mouth. Maybe showing his cum on my tongue would make him fold, but he didn’t. “What do bad girls get?”

“They choke on it.”

Before I could prepare, Sarge shoved himself back in my mouth, making my hands fly to his thighs to steady myself as I felt tears prick and knew he had made his promise to make my mascara run down my face. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, a groan escaping him as reflexes made me swallow around it.

I felt his dick swell before he pulled out of my mouth again, picking me up and throwing me on the perfectly made bed. I was still dazed, coughing lightly as my eyes burned from him blocking my airway with his dick. I was regaining my breath as he ripped the fabric of my dress from the waist down, and if I wasn’t so wet and aching for him, I would’ve protested this dress was a memento and very expensive. But right now I don’t care about the dress.

I just wanted his cock so far inside of me I didn’t know where I began and he ended.

He pushed my underwear to the side, fingertips rubbing along the slit as I bit my bottom lip to keep the sounds from escaping. His knees hit the edge of the bed, his cock wet from his cum and my mouth. I whined as he rubbed from the head to the base, coating himself to make it more pleasurable for both of us. His knees were at both sides of my legs, trapping me before he lowered down, his head pressing my clit briefly before moving down to my entrance and making me throw my head back when I got my wish of him filling me to the brink. The angle he was at felt incredible, but he needed more—he needed to be deeper.

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