Page 50 of In the Light of Sin

His hands hooked at the back of my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. My back was still pressed on the mattress, but one leg was now hanging off while Sarge’s hand came in contact with the back of my thigh, exposing me more to him. He pushed until there was a slight burn of my knee hitting my chest. Sarge angled himself between my legs, the angle making large cock hit a place that I deemed impossible.

Any way Sarge fucked me felt incredible. He was always finding new spots inside of me I didn’t know existed.

“The way you choked around my cock was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he grunted, words husky with excursion and lust. “The only thing to beat that is your cunt dripping with my cum. Knowin’ I made your perfect pussy a fuckin’ mess.”

Moaning, I pictured myself spilling with him. He’s made me do it so many times. I savored the feeling of him inside of me, but I couldn’t deny how sexy it was when he pulled out and felt his come spilling onto whatever surface he had just fucked me into.

“Me too,” I breathed, barely audible as my words were escaping me due to his brutal thrusts. “Make me a mess with your cock, Darin.”

“Fuck!” His real name slipped out of my mouth, surprising both of us. I was happy for the mistake as he picked up his pace to the point I knew I was going to be swollen and bruised from the force of him fucking me. My thigh began to tremble from where he had it pressed against my chest. “Say it again.”

“Darin,” I breathed, but he shook his head.

“Scream.”Thrust. “It.”Thrust.“Hearin’ you say my name isn’t enough.”

He filled me to the hilt, making his request one I couldn’t pass up as my throat burned at the force of his name leaving my lips. “Darin!”

“Fuck!” He began to push his hips faster, out of control like a wild animal. There was nothing tactful about the way he thrust inside me with abandon, too lost in the lust I made him feel to be slow about bringing us over the edge. My hands fisted into the bedspread, not bothering to hide the volume as I cried his name over and over, wanting to reach a place we were only allowed to go together.

He began to pulsate, warmth spreading inside. My body flushed as I came apart, bringing my personal shadow with me. His head was thrown back, a long, breathy moan escaping. His chest heaved, and he was barely standing straight after such an intense orgasm. If I wasn’t lying on this bed, I’d be curled up on the floor, worshiping him at his feet for making me forget the world.

“Holy fuck.” His words were breathless, like he just went through his daily workout. I could still feel him softening inside me. Shallowly thrusting to make sure we both rode out orgasms to the max, he pulled out, his gaze directed toward where we were just connected. A shaky breath escaped as something warm and slightly sticky spilled out of me. I was panting, trying to catch my breath after such a rough session. With my head thrown back, I couldn’t help but grin. “I don’t think Mitchell can dick Nyla down like that.”

It might’ve been just me, but I swore I heard Sarge laugh.

“Fuckin’ good girl, baby.”

I looked up at him playfully as he tucked himself back in his pants. I didn’t bother to move. I didn’t even have half my dress anymore, thanks to him. When we left, everyone would know what we’d done if they didn’t hear us already. “Maybe I should start being bad if that’s the only way you’ll choke me?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting me to ask that. He walked over to the closet doors I didn’t notice were there until just now. He opened them, and a black long-sleeved hoodie was there. I was beginning to think he liked seeing me in his clothes, and he weirdly had some in every place we fucked. Maybe I should get Sarge a locker at Poppy Oaks, just in case? “Nothin’ about you is bad, Joslyn.”

“Just fake, right?”

The air turned tense before heat radiated from Sarge. Steam practically shot from his concealed face as he stomped over to me. His deformed hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into the abyss that hid his face. He was too worked up to notice that he was touching me with the hand he tried so hard to hide. “Every part of you, even the ones you don’t show me, make you who you are.” His grip tightened, digging his point in. “Mine. You’re fuckin’ mine, Joslyn. Even if all we are is just people who fuck for the rest of our lives.”

I laughed condescendingly, removing the top of my ripped dress, ignoring the way his eyes lingered on my chest as I threw the oversized hoodie on. With wobbly legs, I stood, letting the material fall just above my knees. I began to wipe my cheeks, knowing there were black streaks from my tears from when he shoved himself down my throat. I wanted more with Sarge. Why couldn’t he just see how much I craved him outside of the bedroom? Did he just ignore it, or did he feel like he didn’t deserve it? I wiped harshly at my face, the caked-on makeup barely coming off, making me more frustrated by whatever situation Sarge thought I’d stay compliant in. And, who was I kidding? I knew I would. I was dependent on him; it was a flaw in my personality to just latch onto someone who clearly didn’t care about me and do whatever I could to make them love me, even if the task was a lost cause.

Because who wants to live life without someone who makes you feel alive?

“Stop.” His command was simple, softer than his previous convictions. Earlier, I felt powerful, like I controlled him. But now I handed the reins over to him, and he could pull whatever marionette strings he wanted. I knew I would bend my will for him. He put a hand to my face, bringing a thumb and brushing my cheek, black residue on the tip, as he continued to clean my raccoon eyes. I just let him. I didn’t have the mental or physical strength to push him away. Not that I would.

I was a glutton for punishment, wanting Sarge in any way he would willingly give himself to me.

He sighed, stepping away from me. The good moment between us was going to complete shit because I just had to be a total smartass. Did I always have to ruin everything? “Let’s go.”

I followed him out of the room, forcing the serotonin back in my brain to create a happy front around people who probably didn’t notice we snuck out of there. Maybe I should just sneak out a window. I was an expert at it. But this time, I wouldn’t get stuck in a damn bush for Sarge to find me.

I heard the voices get closer as we made our way down the stairwell. The corner of my lips turned up as I made the happy gleam in my eyes return.

Everything about me was fake, indeed.

And Sarge didn’t look back at me once.

“Classy,” Victoria cackled, swishing her sparkling cider in her glass as she saw us round the corner of the hallway. “Wasn’t Nyla the one that was supposed to get dicked down tonight?”

“I can help you out if you want that too, Vic.” Tyrant was obviously drunk. His slurred, flirty words were evidence of that. A dark cloud appeared behind him, a loud smack sounding before Tyrant’s abused form was on the floor. “It was a joke!”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny.” There was no hint of amusement in Darrell. “Get better fuckin’ jokes.”

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