Page 142 of Sinners Reunion

“I’ve always wanted to taste myself,” she says.

I place my hands on her hips. “Haven’t you already? You’ve sucked me off after I’ve fucked you plenty enough.”

She licks her lips and stares at mine.

“Josie,” I say, but my voice is a whisper.

She shouldn’t do this. She can’t kiss me. It’s not fair to her. Come tomorrow, I’ll be gone, and she’ll be left to suffer alone. At least, she’d better suffer alone.

Her breasts sway as she leans a little closer. Then they press against my chest, warm and soft. She tilts her head, and her hair falls like a curtain of fire over one bare shoulder. Her full lips part, and the magnitude of this moment crashes into me as her mouth inches closer to mine.

“Kiss me, King.”

Does she realize what she’s asking? She’s giving me something I don’t deserve, but I will greedily snatch what she offers so freely. I am a selfish, horrible man for accepting this gift. May I do my penance in hell when I’m taken from her tomorrow, because tonight is ours.

I pull her down, and her lips meet mine. Her mouth moves so little at first, so timid and unsure. I run my hand up her neck and to her jaw. She doesn’t have to be in control anymore, and I don’t think she wants to be.

I take the reins and help her find the rhythm between us, moving my tongue against hers. When it clicks for her, a small whimper squeaks out of her throat. My hand traces her jaw, feeling the force of her mouth and emotions. Can she feel mine? Does she realize how she’s ruining me right now?

I flip her onto her back and deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth until she’s a rocking, needy mess beneath me. She isn’t the only one. These kisses have undone me completely.

“I love you,” she says as she pulls away. Tears cast a glossy sheen over her eyes. “Only you.”

Leaning down, I kiss her again, covering her mouth with mine. She tilts her head and runs her hands through my hair as if she’s been kissing me her entire adult life. The awkward, innocent movements have become heated and full of knowledge well beyond her experience.

Josie pulls her face from mine. In a breathless rush, she says, “Fuck me. Now. I need you to fill me.”

I thought she’d never bloody ask.

I brace myself above her and ease into her cunt, driving my hips upward. It’s everything I wished for as she clenches around me and welcomes me home. Her back arches. She looks into my eyes, and what I see is more than I can stand.

I drop and kiss her again. I nibble her bottom lip, and when that earns a moan, I suck that sensitive bit of flesh into my mouth and nip just a bit harder, all while pumping into her. When she returns the favor and bites my bottom lip until blood coats my tongue, my hips stutter, and I fill her.

It’s entirely too quick, and I wanted this to last longer, but her mouth has undone me once more, just in a different way this time. In a way I want to experience again.

This can’t be the only time.

“Fuck, I’m coming too,” she whispers when she releases her steel-trap jaw.

I kiss her as we climax. Her pussy clenches tighter than it ever has, which elevates my orgasm as well. I’m surprised my ejaculate doesn’t leave an exit wound with how hard I come. I grit my teeth and thrust into her, jettisoning the entire contents in the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

When I finally stop unloading, I roll to the side and do my best to catch my breath. I also need to fully understand what just occurred.

Josie clears her throat. “So, I know that what just happened was kind of a big deal, and we’re both probably processing, but you just shot a ridiculous amount of jizz into my jazz, and it’s currently dripping down my asshole. I’d really like it to not do that right now.”

I use what remaining strength I have to pull on my shorts and haul myself out of the bed and into the attached bathroom. There’s no point in preparing a washcloth for her. With that amount of my DNA inside her, she’ll need a bath.

I run a warm tub, then hurry back to the bed and scoop her into my arms. Forcing her to walk would only leave a trail for Hansel and Gretel to follow. I cannot begin to explain how much I came.

Once we’re in the bathroom, I lower her into the tub.

Josie looks down at her fingers as they fiddle in her lap. “Is the challenge gone now that you’ve kissed me?”

“No,” I say, recalling my earlier thoughts. I brush the hair from her face so that she can see me fully. Then I grab a rag and begin cleaning the sweat from her skin. “You are a constant challenge.”

“And that’s a good thing, right?”

I smirk and bend down to kiss her. I’ll never tire of the feel of her lips on mine.