Page 89 of In the Light of Sin

“She’s sleepin’ off whatever she drank today.”

“You know,” Joslyn’s voice was quiet. “I’m worried about her drinking.”

Vic sighed, putting her hand on Joslyn’s shoulder. Lib’s love for alcohol was not a secret to anyone. Even before Joslyn told me about her alcoholism, the small hints and stares whenever liquor was around would paint a picture she didn’t have to express. “You ain’t the only one. I’m watchin’ out for her, sweet girl.”

“I know, but—”

“She has periods where she drinks to blacking out and other days she’s feeling good; it’s not a good way to deal with her grief, but we’re tryin’ to help her, I promise.” She gave a sympathetic smile. “Some people don’t want the help, but we love them a bit too hard if they don’t… don’t we?”

Shame flushed her face. I knew she was thinking about her sister. “Yeah. We do.”

“She’s hurting.” All Libby felt was pain since she lost them both. “She doesn’t drink daily. I won’t allow her to. But days I know she needs to forget? Yeah, I let her have some to mellow her out.”

Victoria was a caretaker for everyone, but especially Libby. Hell, Libby lived with Victoria so she could make sure she wouldn’t do somethin’ to herself. That girl was a fuckin’ mess.

Joslyn walked over to V, who was still sitting on the couch, tapping his bat. He paused when she approached him. “I made you one too, V.”

He took it from her, unbinding the material and looking at it with scrutiny. His fingers let go, the material falling to the ground as Joslyn’s eyes trailed it all the way there. I was gonna kill that fucker for making her sad. Anything Joslyn did for anyone was a fuckin’ gift no one deserved. “You didn’t like it?”

“I only accept gifts from Oakley.”

Victoria shook her head before walking off. Joslyn didn’t look hurt by it but chose to walk away. V was unpredictable and unhinged. Smarting off to him wouldn’t be the best move, but I would’ve fought him if he disrespected her. Hated that he just tossed her hard work aside, but picking and choosing my battles with him.

“Can we go home?”

Her voice was clipped. Fucking adorable. “We’re stayin’ at the club tonight.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“Been a long day waitin’ on ya.” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to my room. “I still gotta make that pussy of yours drip with my come.”

She laughed, coming along willingly. She loved the idea of being filled with me almost as much as I loved the thought of filling her to the brim.

“Gonna be a quick one.” I already felt my balls tightening at the thought of being inside of her. I needed this connection just as much as she did. I pushed her on the bed. She fell flat on her stomach before rising on her hands and knees, that perfect ass of hers teasing me. I swore when she shook it, my mouth started to water. “You’re gonna be my whore tonight.”

Curiosity lit her eyes up, shining in the darkness of the room around her. “So you’re gonna be rough?”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ break, Sunshine.”

She bit her lip, watching my hands as I slid my zipper down. My hard cock sprang free as soon as the waistband of my jeans was pushed to my thighs. I watched as Joslyn’s thumbs went to her waistband to pull her leggings down, but I growled, stopping her. “I undress you. You never undress yourself.”

“What about when I shower?”

“I’ll rip off your fuckin’ clothes.” The pre-cum was dripping from my slit at the thought of her body naked and glistening under the shower head. Did she ever try to get off with the shower head? Up the pressure and put it against that sweet cunt of hers? Christ, I was gonna come at my imagination of her even though she was waiting and willing for me to fill her up.

I stalked forward, cock bobbing painfully with each step as I pushed her pants down to her thighs, barely able to stand lining myself up with her entrance before pushing inside roughly, earning a high-pitched moan from her. My hand reached around her, my fingers on the center of her throat. I felt each cry of pleasure as my cock pushed in and out of her, the slapping of our skin becoming a new addiction for me.

I watched her fingers dig into the comforter, knuckles turning white from the force of her trying to hold on for dear life as I tried to fuck every negative thought out of that gorgeous head of hers. There was so much inside there, something comparable to a wasteland with different heaps of worries.

But for now, her only worry was holding my cum in her cunt when I was done.

I pushed her head up with my hand, the force of the action making her gasp and pussy tighten around my cock, forcing a strangled curse from my lips. It felt like my dick was being suffocated by the force of it.

My hand on her hip slid to her front, flicking her clit between my fingers. “You make such a good whore, squeezing my cock like you own it.” And she did. “Let go, let my cock know how good I make you feel by coming on it.”

My dirty words flipped a switch inside of her. I felt the way she screamed her release on my hand and felt the way her cum covered my cock, some spilling out from where we were connected. I groaned. Christ, seeing our come mix together was hotter than I thought. My hips pumped rapidly before turning into short, ragged thrusts before I pushed all the way inside. My roar of pleasure as I filled her up to the brim, which was one of my new favorite feelings in the world.

We were both panting and caught up with each other that I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted this connection with her, feeling like I’d fall apart if I pulled out. How the fuck did this girl make me feel all these damn pussy emotions? I never needed anyone the way I needed her.

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