Page 164 of Sinner's Salvation


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“Let me refresh your memory. Your safety will always come first. Everything else can wait.”

“I get that.”

He looks confused while I smile, forcing down the bitter taste of lying. I know he’s doing the best he can, so I need a bit of distance to put myself back together. But he doesn’t understand.

I detangle myself from him, and he says, “I have to leave town for a night. It’s campaign related.”

I nod, looking in the distance. “Okay.”

He squints at me. I gulp at his scrutiny and the suspicion crawling up his face. I need this weekend. He just has to suck it up. It’s not like I am going to meet with someone else while I share him with a ghost. I can’t believe my love for him makes me so unreasonable. I apologize to her spirit and go upstairs.

He crawls in bed next to me, and I stiffen.

“Tell me what happened after we made love for you to fucking react like that when I touch you?”

His anger seeps through the silence, and I wrap the sheet around me.

I want all of him; his scraps are killing me slowly.

“Nothing, I told you, I must still be recovering.”

He turns me to face him, and his eyes are two pools of vulnerability. This look is my kryptonite.

“Don’t hide from me. Not now when I’ve found a reason to breathe.”

Why does he have to say these things to me? Why does my heart want to wrap him up in my love and never let him go?

Don’t give in; it will complicate an already complicated situation. But I can’t say no to him. He’s mine. How could I not want to comfort him?

I lean in, kissing him, pouring every beautifully complicated feeling I have for him. I climb on top of him and peck his face, neck, and chest. He’s hard and ready between my legs, and I peel off his boxers. Gripping his erection, I lower myself down on him. We both moan when he’s fully inside me, filling me, owning my heart and body.

His hands splay on my back, and he holds me while we gaze at each other, our bodies joined.

Say it, please say it. Give me the three words that my heart craves to hear.

But he doesn’t.

***

I wake up to the shower running and pull myself out of bed. My eyes travel down his back, the water gliding down his mouth-watering body. Catching me watching him, Cameron’s lips curl up and gestures with his chin for me to join him. I’m too weak to say no, but if this is all I’m getting from him, I’ll take it. At least for now. The less he suspects, the better.

I slip inside the shower. My hands have a mind of their own as they travel down his body as I lower myself to my knees. His hard, thick, veiny cock leaks with need, and my mouth is eager to taste him. I struggle to wrap my fingers around his girth. A delicious tremor rocks me, thinking about how I took him inside my pussy, my ass, and my mouth.

I dart my tongue out, flicking against his head and sucking gently, playing with the barbell. He braces his hands against the shower wall, letting out a low groan that makes me even more ravenous for him. But I am hungry for everything. Opening my mouth as wide as I can and breathing through my nose just like he taught me, I place my hands on his muscular thighs and take him deeper.

“Don’t make me come in your mouth when I want to come in your pussy.”

“But I want to taste you.” I lick my lips, and he runs the head along them, slipping it back inside my mouth.

“Fuck. You decimate my fucking control.” His eyes liquefy with desire, his voice gruff with lust.

I smile against his pelvis, bobbing my head up and down. As expected, he takes back control, wrapping a fist around my hair and tugging my head back. He holds me in place while he uses me as a vessel to deposit his pleasure, fucking my mouth with savage desperation.

I gag and spit, and tears stain my face. But the ecstatic look on Cameron’s face makes me feel like a goddess. Taking him deeper, I breathe through my nose while he hits the back of my throat.

“You were fucking made for me, weren’t you? My good girl, my personal slut, my perfect woman.”

His dirty words spur me on, and I move my head up and down in confirmation. I love pleasuring him. The shower walls echo with his low groans and the choking sounds I make.

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