Page 22 of Remorseless Sinner

Fuck, this body was responding to me like a motherfuckingdream.

I knew Gracie and I were twin souls, a perfect soul match.

She came absolutely without warning, her hips shaking as her cunt tensed and released in tiny tight pulses, and Gracie moaned on the bed, stirring but not fully waking up.

If this was sin, I was sunk in it forever.

I lowered my face to Gracie’s cunt and dove in.

CHAPTER 7

Gracie

For a moment in my sleep, I thought I was trapped in the water again, held underneath by my powerful stepbrother.

In my dreams, I wanted to flail but my limbs seemed heavy, weak, a strange weightless, bodiless sensation in them, my head singing with a feeling that was both unfamiliar and unsettlingly wrong.

My eyelids fluttering, I opened my eyes to see the dark-wood ceiling of my bedroom, roses curling in the window.

It was my little cottage, but what had changed?

I raised my hand up to rub my eyes and looked in shock at my fingers.

There was a ring on my fourth finger, a massive blood-red ruby.

Wait. . .what?

Suddenly a burst of raw pleasure shot through me and I looked down with shock to see Saul between my thighs.

“Stop!” I cried, but his dark eyes only flicked up at me.

He didn’t move his position and with both big arms locked around my thighs I couldn’t go anywhere.

I watched in horror as his mouth moved up and down, sending painfully pleasurable sensations through my cunt and making my skin buzz.

“Saul, stop!” I begged again, kicking my feet helplessly against him, but it was like a tiny fly trying to take down a bear.

Gracie, how many times am I going to have to baptize you?” he asked, meeting my eyes, then sticking out his tongue and licking up the way up my slit with obscene relish.

“I’m—not a virgin,” I said, trying desperately to wipe away the slick wetness on my legs, shove his face away.

What had he done to me while I was asleep?

“Oh?” Saul asked. “How about you stop bullshitting me, Gracie?”

I gasped at his language, and the way he dove down between my legs.

I should have looked away, but I couldn’t stop watching, my hips totally trapped and pinned open for him.

And then my body was on fire, burning heat flooding my cheeks and chest as he released my thighs and took both my heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing each one until a stream of milk shot out straight into the air.

The relief in my breasts was almost instantaneous, the swollen ache popping free as I suddenly convulsed in long waves.

He made depraved grunting sounds as I felt pure liquid squirt from my body to soak his chin and shirt. My eyes crossed as his mouth sucking up all the juices, his beard rasping all over my thighs as he finally loosened his grip.

“That was good, Gracie. Give me a few more of those.”

“Did you hear me?” I asked, stumbling backwards and clutching my knees to my chest, tightening my thighs together to try to stop that strange, unholy pounding there. “I bet you think I’m a virgin. But I’m not. I’ve—had sex with lots of men.”

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