Page 96 of In the Light of Sin

My back wasn’t the only place getting hot, the area between my legs growing with moisture the longer he moved his tongue closer to my neck.

His fingers pinched my chin, ripping it harshly towards his face as my eyes met his heated gaze. His mouth was open slightly, his hot breath meeting my lips. They shone with the wetness of the ice, my eyes drawn to them.“You’re. Mine.”

He could have all of me.

I felt his arm wrap just below my breasts, hoisting my upper half until my back pressed against his bare chest. He didn’t give me time to think, pressing the cool ice cube against a nipple that made a pleasure cry explode from me, my head thrown back and resting on his shoulder. My chest heaved, pleasure pulsating between my thighs as he continued to circulate the ice cube around my nipple, forming a hardening, tepid peak. He dragged the ice cube to the other breast, leaving a trail of cold water as he gave the same attention to my other nipple.

Everything felt… more. It was hard to explain. Usually, I would focus on the sounds. I couldn’t tell where they were coming from, but I still focused on them just the same. My arm went up, snaking it around Sarge’s neck, bringing his face level with mine. His soft pants fanned my face, his minty breath enhanced just like the way he lifted the ice cube from my nipple. He followed the path, slowly moving up, and slid it along the side of my neck. His head dipped, blowing on the now-chilled water, making me shiver. I felt his tongue peak out again, my mind focusing on how warm it felt compared to the coldness of the ice cube.

My eyes flicked to the ice cube. It was melting rapidly due to my body heat. Soon, it would be nothing. His head lifted, fingers holding the crystallized water across my jaw, lifting to my bottom lip. He wasn’t watching my eyes. He watched how my bottom lip glistened with the melting ice. It was barely anything, almost a flat chip. His eyes darted to mine, fingers lifting to his mouth, his tongue moving from bottom to top, a motion I enjoyed when it was directed between my legs.

I felt my chest vibrate. I’m not sure if it was a cry or a moan—or hell, both—when he put the ice chip in his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue as he removed his hand from around my torso, my upper half falling flat on the bed and my nipples that were still chilled from the ice rubbed almost painfully against the bedspread. I was panting, legs as wet as the cool water on my chest. I felt his hands on my ass first, spreading my cheeks. I tensed, fearing what he would do. I didn’t know if I was ready for that kind of play—

A soundless scream escaped as his cold tongue lapped my pussy with the ice still on the tip. My body convulsed as the sensation of the cold spread through my nerves like snowflakes melting on my skin. I pushed my pussy closer to his mouth, his tongue circling my clit as I felt a familiar pleasure build up with the combined sensory deprivation and cool tongue. His tongue was relentless, lapping at my entrance as his fingers dug into my plump ass, grabbing hard enough to leave marks. I needed release—neededsomething.I was going crazy, the feeling of my impending orgasm more than anything I’d ever felt before.

I fucked his face, guiding my hips up and down his talented mouth, coming undone when his scarred lips circled around my clit, giving one rough, frigid suck. I shuddered, stars forming as my lower half trembled. My orgasm hit me hard. I felt boneless, absolutely drained of energy, and all I wanted to do was fall into a deep sleep.

When I felt Sarge’s bare chest pressed against my back and his hard cock pulsate on the divet of my hips, I knew he had other plans. His arm found my waist again, effortlessly maneuvering our bodies until my knees were on either side of his thighs, his hard-on threatening to squeeze itself between my ass cheeks. I turned my head, wondering what he was expecting me to do. He always used to tell me what to do with his dirty words. I wasn’t confident enough in my ability to please him to have the free reign he was giving me.

My insecurity was answered when the familiar chill of the ice caressed my stomach. My chest heaved as my teeth sank into my bottom lip, the heat between my legs pulsating in anticipation. He kept going lower, a strangled cry erupting from my throat as he pressed the ice against my core. My pussy was already sensitive from my orgasm, but combined with the ice? My blind was blank with pleasure.

The ice circled my clit, my hips bucking making Sarge wrap his forearm around me to keep me in place. My nails dug into his forearms, but I couldn’t focus on the crescent-shaped marks I left on him. My mind was focused on the numbing pleasure he was building in my stomach yet again. He buried his in the crook of my neck, his teeth sunk into my flesh before soothing it over with his hot tongue. Tears formed in my eyes at the over-stimulation of another growing orgasm. I turned to face him when he removed his face from my neck. His eyes were heated, his cock twitching between the crease of my ass. I pushed my hips back making his adams apple bob.

He understood my look, one hand gripping my hip and the other one wrapping around the base of his cock. My mouth opened slightly, the drowsy feeling turning to lust as I felt him push his cock between the crease of my ass. Having his dick close to my puckered hole brought out curiosity in me that I wasn’t brave enough to explore tonight.

When his cock was settled, his hand joined with my hip encouraging me to move my hips up and down. I started out slow, his cock slipping out once, him immediately placing it back before continuing to help me fasten my pace. With each bounce off his thighs, I grew more confident, enough that when his cock slipped again, instead of him fixing it, I grabbed his cock, the protruding vein pulsing beneath my thumb as I raised a bit higher, pushing my hips back until the head of his cock hit my opening.

I dared to glance back at him. His jaw was rigid, looking to where we were about to be connected. His brown curls stuck to his forehead with sweat, his chest moving up and down as he struggled to let me have the reins. His eyes flickered to my narrowing eyes as his jaw twitched, seductive lips moving as I read,“Move, or I’ll make you move.”

Message received.

With our eyes locked, I dropped down, impaling myself on his dick almost painfully due to his size. He threw his head back, twitching inside of me as he gave a few shallow thrusts, silently telling me to move or he was going to lose his shit.

Just like previously, I started slowly controlling the pace as I tried to grow confident in my movements. I could smell the musk from our sweat and cum.Us.I could smell us.

I could feel the way our thighs rolled off each other, just a little slicker with each bounce. The way my walls were sensitive from my previous orgasm and the way his cock twitched inside of me that was sending triggers to my brain.

My upper half hunched forward, gyrating my hips before exhaling my pleasure before I began to bounce up and down as quickly as my thighs would bounce off of his. I couldn’t hear the gasps coming out of his mouth, but I could feel the bruises his fingerprints would leave behind. His right hand left my hip, and I didn’t have time to look behind me before I felt a burning sting against my ass.

I yelped, volume loud and out of control as it rang in my ears. Burning tears of the unexpected assault glossed my eyes. My core strangled his dick momentarily. His hand caressed the burn, fingertips running circles over the area before his left hand moved, giving the same treatment to my other cheek. With each slap, my cunt tightened around him. Another rough smack on my right cheek made my hands grab his bare legs and dig my fingernails in them to gain some type of control as my remaining senses focused on the burning pain on my ass cheek and the way his large dick was stretching me over and over.

My orgasm was coming, and each spank he gifted me teetered me on the edge. I felt his right hand push between my ass cheeks, the thumb pressing against my puckered hole, and his left hand giving me a smack that rang in my ears and surely would leave his handprint. The pain made me clamp around him, my orgasm draining out of me and onto his still stiff cock.

I was panting, and if I thought I was exhausted before, the black began to line my vision as my mind gave into the ecstasy my orgasm brought to me. I barely felt the heat from his chest as he came close to my back, lifting me and gently laying me on my back as I looked at this gorgeous man I called mine. His working eye was soft as it looked at the pleasurable damage he made me feel.

He brushed my hair behind my ear with his thumb. We both weren’t perfect. Mentally, physically, emotionally. That’s why we needed each other… what one of us lacked, the other one had in spades. I’d give him my very last breath if it ever came to it.

He crawled on top of me, slow and methodical. My mind focused on his rough fingertips scraping up my sides until his chest hovered above mine. His eyes, one dark with lust, the other dim, locked in on mine. I was focused on his lips, not only because they were calling to meet mine but because I didn’t want to miss anything he had to say about the fantastic experience I could only share with him.

His elbows bent, lowering his chest to mine. A sigh escaped as he brushed against my nipples, throwing my head back against the pillows as his hand traveled up, loosely wrapping around my throat as his thumb was at the pulse. His mouth was open, exhaling soft breaths on my face as his hands reached between our bodies. My teeth favored my bottom lip as the blunt head of his cock brushed against my clit, the slit leaving behind his cum mixed with my two orgasms. I closed my eyes, shivering at the feeling, almost groaning when I felt his movements stop, his hand gripping my chin roughly, forcing my eyes open.

“Eyes on me,”he mouthed, his good eye glazed over with need. The head of his cock pushed between my folds once more to give me my third orgasm. He settled quickly, already wet from the way my cum coated him earlier. It felt so full, so complete, whenever he was inside of me.“I want you to watch what you do to me.”

I nodded, unable to do anything else but lay there too tired to move. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me–

I sucked in a harsh breath, something he must’ve noticed as he paused his movements. No. I didn’t want to be tired, not focused on him bringing me pleasure. It brought back too many memories of me laying here like a drunken zombie, letting whoever touch me as long as they gave me my booze. My hands splayed on his chest, giving a slight shove, but I knew I couldn’t move this mountain of a man and just prayed he would comply.

Of course, he didn’t. Instead, his forehead lowered to mine. His eyes were soft and understanding as he tapped his lips, drawing my attention to them.

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