Page 73 of In the Light of Sin

His lips pulled back, showing me a straight set of white teeth with his sneer. “You only understand what benefits you.”

“What I understand benefits you,” I wouldn’t waiver in that belief. “You hide your face because you’re afraid of the looks of judgment. You want to be hidden as much as you can, but I will always find you.”

“I don’t want you to find me,” his voice was weak, a deeper meaning lurking in the shadowed words.

“You do,” I answered for him, my hands stilling on his cheeks, my left thumb stroking his scarred side, the rough skin tickling the pad on my thumb. “Because you’re tired of hiding.”

He covered his hands with mine, gripping to the point of pain, but I ignored it in favor of letting his walls break down around him. “I’m tired of you being in my head all the time. It’s exhausting.”

I lifted myself on my tip-toes, still being too short, but my face was mere inches away from his. I looked into his one brown eye, speaking from my soul. “You haunt me. It’s only fair I haunt you too.”

His eye flicked to my lips, glazing over as I swiped my tongue along the bottom. His throat bobbed, his eyes looking back at me as he fought the temptation of my lips. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

My hands slid slowly from his cheeks, arms wrapping around his neck to stabilize myself. I pushed up on my tip-toes, ignoring the burning in my calves. “Do what?”

He dropped his head, putting his forehead onto mine as he was giving up his internal fight. “Give you the last piece of myself.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I promised, my lips a whisper away from his. I wouldn’t close the distance. I’d let him decide that. “The puzzle our pieces make isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. I couldn’t think of a better picture it creates. There are jagged, broken pieces that will never be whole again. But isn’t that the beauty of us?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in closer slightly, increasing the anticipation of feeling his lips on mine for the first time. “We’re fuckin’ imperfect.”

His mouth slammed against mine. The scars pressed against my smooth lips, bringing out more pleasure in me as a low moan escaped, my mouth opening to let his tongue push inside. His arms circled my waist, pressing my front into his as he forced himself deeper, his tongue getting to every inch of me it could. I let him without a fight. It was a fight I wouldn’t win… and one I was willing to lose. He pulled back, his eye glazed over in a lust that made heat rush between my quaking thighs. “Been dreamin’ bout your mouth, babe. A man can get addicted to your pretty fuckin’ lips.”

“They’re yours.” His hands slid to my ass as he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and our mouths connected again like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of our lips together. His tongue pushed past the seam again. My back pressed against the wall once more, completely pinned by him. His hand reached between us, a frustrated growl gracing my lips when he realized I wasn’t wearing a skirt for easy access, just the leggings I wore beneath his heavy hoodie I stole.

But that didn’t stop him. Making sure his chest kept me in place, both his hands reached the seam of my pants and ripped them in half. I’m sure I would be mad later. These didn’t come from the clearance rack, but I was so consumed by my desire for him that he could do whatever he wanted, and I’m sure I’d thank him for it. The new hole in my pants gave him much better access to my pussy. His hand pushed my underwear to the side, thick fingers pressing where he knew it would drive my senses wild. My breath hitched as they stretched me, his tongue trailing up my neck before nipping at my pulse point.

“Gotta make sure my good girl is nice and prepped for me, don’t I?” His pants on my soaked skin drove me crazy. I mewled as he bent his fingers inside, rubbing me in a delicious way that had me coming completely undone for him. I bucked against his hand, head falling back against the wall as a scream ripped from my throat. He buried his face in the side of my neck, making himself at home there, panting out more dirty words. “Even if it hurts, you can take me, can’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing against the spot that drove my senses wild. I loved whatever he made me feel. Pain. Pleasure. Anything Sarge was willing to give me, I would accept it willingly. I rolled my hips, increasing the pressure between my legs. He stretched his fingers out, the scissoring motion making my brain think of nothing besides the feeling of him inside of me. His thumb pressed into my clit, and the simple motion was my undoing as my body let go, coating his fingers. He left them inside of me to ride out my pleasure, continuing to push them in and out. “You feel so good inside of me, Darin.”

“There’s one.” His lip slid to my ear as he huskily counted my orgasm. Placing it as a mental trophy in his mind. “How many more times do you think I can make your cunt drip?”

My head lulled back, brain fuzzy from my orgasm as I mindlessly said. “You have a lifetime to find out.”

“That’s right.” I still wasn’t looking at him but felt his hand leave my hip and the distinct sound of his zipper being pulled down with the hand that hadn’t been inside of me. “I’m goin’ to fuck you until your pussy worships my cock and those pretty lips pray my name.”

They already do. I thought, but I couldn’t speak. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I watched his large cock spring free. He was using his fingers that were coated in my cum as a lubricant, pumping himself once, twice, three times. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, wetness returning between my legs, and I was unable to tear my eyes away from the way he was pleasuring himself with my orgasm on his hand. My release on his cock was shining in the dim lighting of the room, and I eagerly awaited him to hurry up and fuck me.

“Look how good you look on my cock.” His forearms shifted, going underneath my knees as he aligned himself with my opening, this new angle allowing him to go as deep inside as he could. It was uncomfortable, my legs higher in the air, and my back flushed almost painfully against the wall. But Sarge was about to fuck my senses away. “You said we’re just one fucked up puzzle.” His veiny cock slipped between my folds, his head rubbing against my sensitive spot, making me half hear his words. “But even broken artworks are still masterpieces.”

He slammed inside, going so deep I thought the tip hit my cervix. I screamed. It was the pain mixed with pleasure he decided to deliver, feeling it in every nerve my body had to offer. My shirt began to ride up, my skin sliding against the drywall as the air was filled with my moans and Sarge’s grunts. His pace was fast and relentless, his cock hitting a fulfilling spot I didn’t even know I had. “You’re doing such a good job taking my cock like a good girl. Look at you. Look atus.”

“God,” I moaned, throwing my head back as it rubbed against the wall. I couldn’t look without coming undone, and I wanted to live in this moment forever. He paused, making me try to fuck myself on his cock. “Sarge!”

“Not God. Not Sarge. Darin.” His fingers were bruising my skin as he tried to gain control. “I’m Darin to you.”

“Darin,” I whimpered, attempting to get him to move again. “Please fuck me.”

If I thought my position was uncomfortable before, as soon as I finished my words, I was fully pressed against the wall, my knees hooking over Sarge’s shoulders as he went harder and faster than before. My eyes were closed, losing myself in the fast rhythm and quicker build-up of my second orgasm. My mouth my open, panting with my tongue sticking out slightly, and he took that as an invitation to mix our breaths together, our tongues in a vicious dance as his cock stretched me repeatedly. “What does my good girl want to do?”

“Come.” My word was breathless and the only thing I could think of at this moment. “I want to come on your cock Darin.”

“You’re going to do more than come. You’re going to fall apart like my good fuckin’ girl.” God, I loved it when he called me that. His girl.

I was Sarge’s girl.

“Get ready.” He sped up, his pace becoming unrelenting. His only worry in the world was getting me over the edge a second time. It was coming, and my legs were shaking from the pleasure and the strain the position was putting on my legs. I kept crying out his name the closer I felt to the point I wanted to go with him, his middle finger pressed harshly on my clit, making me come undone.

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