LUST…My First Sexual Deadly Sin. The Conclusion

The Conclusion

I popped the button of his jeans, the zipper gave way, and then my hand was wrapping around his penis. I stroked him once, twice, my thumb swirling over the slick crown, and his entire body trembled.

His hands grabbed my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. His tongue forced its way past my lips, hot and demanding, and I opened for him, moaning into his mouth as he fucked my hand with short, desperate thrusts.

I broke the kiss, “Not here,” I panted. “Take me to your place. Now.”

He didn’t argue. The door barely shut behind us before he had me against it, his mouth on mine again, his hands everywhere, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, sliding up my thighs to yank my dress higher. I tore my lips from his with a wet sound, my chest heaving.

“Bedroom. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate. He half-carried, half-dragged me down the hall, kicking the door open with enough force that it slammed against the wall. The moment we were inside, I shoved him backward onto the mattress, my fingers flying to the buttons of my dress.

His eyes were glued to me, hungry as I let the fabric slither down my shoulders, pooling at my waist before I stepped out of it entirely. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipples were hard, aching. His gaze dropped to them, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon.

“You’re perfect.”

I smiled, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my thong. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I slid the lace down my legs, stepping out of it with deliberate slowness, letting him see me, every inch of me. The way my thighs trembled, arousal already coating my lips, the way my fingers drifted down, parting myself for him.

His penis jerked against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. “Please…”

I rocked against him, the friction making us both gasp. I was dripping, my clitoris throbbing with every shift of my hips. I leaned down, my breasts brushing his chest, my lips over his ear.

His hands gripped my hips, and in one brutal thrust, he filled me, stretching me, splitting me open on his penis until I was full, so impossibly full I could barely breathe. My head fell back, a broken cry tearing from my throat. He was hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl, my vision blur. I could feel him everywhere, so thick and hard and perfect, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in years.

Pleasure ripped through me, my back bowing off the bed as my pussy clenched around his penis. He groaned, his hips stuttering, and then he was coming hot and thick inside me, his cum filling me as he buried his face in my neck, his body trembling with the force of it.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, lips swollen, I smiled, slow, very satisfied.

I turned my head, pressing a kiss to his chest, my lips swollen, my body humming.

“Lust isn’t a spark,” I murmured, my thumb tracing his lower lip, catching the wetness there. “It’s a fire you choose to feed.”

His grip on me tightened, possessive, hungry. “Then burn with me,” he said, his voice raw.

I smiled, slow and satisfied, rolling on top of him, straddling his hips. His penis was already hardening again beneath me, and when I rocked my hips, he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts.

And then I rode him, slow at first, my hips rolling, my nails digging into his chest as I found my rhythm. His hands gripped my waist, helping me move, his thumb finding my clitoris, circling it in time with my movements.

And then I was cumming again, I screamed his name like his finance would do... He followed with a groan, his penis pulsing inside me as he spilled into me, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

His fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple.

I smiled, my eyes heavy, my body deliciously sore. “I know.” He chuckled, low and rough, his hand sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing possessively. 

“Good thing I like danger.”

Tonight, we hadn’t just burned. We’d consumed each other. And I couldn’t wait to do it again… After… his wedding to his lovely fiance.

The end
Ashley 

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