Page 27 of Unforgivable Sins

I pull back out of her, and before I can think through what I’m doing, I’m flipping her over. The need to see her face as I push into her for the first time is overwhelming me. I need it like I need fucking oxygen to breathe. I pull her hips to the edge of the counter, lining up perfectly with my dick. She pushes up on her elbows and looks down to where my cock is about to be buried inside of her.

“Holy shit, Sinn, I don’t think I can take all of it.” Her eyes are wide with fear and her throat bobs in a hard swallow.

“You can, and you will,” I say, as I push myself into her, never taking my eyes off of her face.

She gasps as my thick head sinks inside of her, forcing her body open for the rest of me. I don’t slam into her like I planned. She’s tighter than evenIimagined and it’s hard to get inside of her. I also don’t want to completely hurt her. Something I’ll have to examine at a later date. Right now, I’m just focused on getting every last inch of my aching cock sheathed inside of her.

I pull back, leaving the tip inside before I push a second time, harder. A whimper leaves her lips, her eyes are a mix of pain and pleasure. I’m holding her hips in a bruising grip as I pull out and push again, this time, getting all the way inside. She winces and places her hand on my chest, attempting to hold me off.

I freeze under that touch. Her palm is flat against my chest, and even through my shirt, because I’m still fully dressed, I can feel

her touch burning my skin.

No touching!

She doesn’t notice my shock or seem to notice that I’ve stopped. Maybe she thinks I stopped because she asked me to, when in reality, it’s because she touched me. Period. But she’s too focused on my dick inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big. I need a minute.”

I grab her wrist and pull her hand away from my chest, then grab the other one and hold them both in one hand above her head as I push her flat against the countertop. I use my other hand to hold her hip, and I pull almost all the way out of her before I slam into her again. Her body is more prepared for me but still tight and resistant. I keep pulling out and pumping inside of her in long, hard strokes. I watch as the pain erupts across her entire face, her mouth opening wide and crying out every time I sink deep inside of her. Her eyes are watering but she doesn’t ask me to stop. I’m so fucking hard and turned on, I have to concentrate on not spilling inside of her like some inexperienced school boy.

“Good girl. I knew you could take it,” I congratulate her, as I ease up.

I pull out and give her shallow strokes, only about half of my length, but she’s still straining to open to my width. I continue to work in slow shallow strokes, and it doesn’t take long before her pussy is throbbing around me. Her beautiful, full breast are bouncing up and down with my strokes, and her legs have wrapped around my waist, gripping my tightly. Possessively. And it sends a shock of rightness through me. This feels right.Shefeels right. Her face has gone from pain to pleasure as she throws her head back, pleading and begging for me not to stop.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop. Right there.”

Seeing her writhing in pleasure under me is turning me on just as much as the pain did. She’s so fucking beautiful. I release her wrists and palm her breast. Her hand comes down on top of mine, searing through my skin like molten lava, urging me to squeeze it harder, as her other hand squeezes her other breast.

“Wendee, look at me.” She doesn’t hesitate. She opens her eyes and meets my gaze. “Come for me, Wendee.” My voice sounds strange to my ears.

It’s full of gravel and heat andfeeling.

I don’t have time to think about it before I’m lost in the wonderous moment of Wendee’s pleasure releasing on my cock, over her beautiful face, and all through her body. I pinch her nipple, hard, and she cries out, arching her back off the counter as her body jerks with the force of her orgasm.

I snake my arms around her back and pull her in against my chest and step away from the island. This is too close, too intimate, but I desperately want to feel her bare breasts as they rub against my chest. I want to feel them on my skin so badly that I almost rip off my shirt. I’ve never wanted to feel someone so completely before. The thought makes me more frustrated, as her arms instinctively wrap around my neck, and I pound inside of her. I lift her up and drop her down the entire length of my dick. She still cries out as I sink, balls deep inside of her, but her cries aren’t as intense as they were before.

Her head is thrown back and her breasts are bouncing in my face. I lean down and grab one with my mouth. I suck and flick her nipple as I continue to fuck her, hard. She’s a mess of moans, whimpers, and cries. I’m coming undone by the feel of her, by the sound of her, by the smell of her, by every fucking thing about her. And I want fucking more. This isn’t enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

I bite down on her breast, pressing harder and harder, and harder, until she cries out again and I taste her sweet metallic blood on my tongue. It’s all I need to throw me over the edge. I push her down on my dick one last time as I release all of my rage and desire deep inside of her tight little pussy. I groan as the orgasm practically explodes out of me and I’m surprised it doesn’t cut her in fucking half.

I stagger to the island and set her on the counter, leaning my forehead against her chest. We’re both glistening in sweat and trying desperately to catch our breath. I feel her fingers sink into my hair at the back of my neck, her touch so soothing and relaxing, that I sigh in contentment and sink further into her hold. I immediately realize what the fuck just happened and pull my head off of her chest. I grab her wrists again and drag her arms away from me. She doesn’t fight me or question me.

I slowly slide my still semi-hard cock out of her, and she winces again when her body finally releases me. As I tuck myself away, I notice a small amount of blood on my cock and more on her thigh, as well as the small trail of blood trickling down her nipple. Seeing her blood like this doesn’t excite me nearly as much as it should. I want to ask her if she’s ok, but I can’t bring myself to ask, scared of what her answer will be. Scared that I did, in fact, push her too hard, too fast. A twinge of fear runs through me, tightening my chest.

Fear that this is going to be the one and only time I’ll have her. Fear that I’ve lost her before I’ve even claimed her. Fear that I’ve damaged her more than she already is. Maybe even to the point of breaking her beyond repair.

I don’t make eye contact with her as I walk over to the sink and turn the faucet on. I hold my finger under the stream of water until it turns hot. I grab a clean cloth from under the sink and soak it under the stream of hot water, then squeeze out the excess water so it doesn’t drip everywhere, but when I turn around, she’s no longer

sitting on the island.

I walk out into the living room and see her in the entry way, bending down for her discarded dress, and a pang of something awful and heavy punches my chest. It’s a foreign feeling. It feels exciting and terrifying all at the same time and I’d rather ignore it than address it.

I walk over to her as she’s stepping into the dress. “Here.” My voice comes out softer than I’d like. I clear my throat, getting control of my voice so it comes out more like my usual cold, emotionless self. "For the blood." I gesture to her body.

"Thanks, but I’ll be ok until I get home. I’ll clean up there,” she says, avoiding my gaze and pulling the dress over her body, zipping it into place.

“You’re leaving.” I don’t ask it like a question, because it’s clear that she is, but she answers anyway.

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