Page 73 of Deadly Sins

He climbed over me, taking a moment to stare at my body. I kissed his neck, my hands tracing his shoulders, his scar. He took one hand and held his cock, rubbing the tip along my opening and over my clit. Bending, he took a nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

Should I ask for a condom?I was on the pill, and Grant and I had never used condoms since we’d been each other’s firsts. I knew he had been fucking strippers since our breakup, but I also knew the Navy tested their SEALs every month. Call me stupid, but I trusted him.

But why would he sleep with me without a condom? He thought I was a stripper. He must have believed my good girl act, or he was being really careless.

Fuck it, I didn’t care.

He thrust deep inside me, and I gasped. My pussy clamped down, never wanting him to pull out. He squeezed my ass and pressed my hips flat and pushed until he was even deeper inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails digging into his back. I’d waited for this moment for so long, and it was even more incredible than I had imagined.

I savored every stroke, every push, relishing every second our bodies were connected as one. It had been too long since I’d felt him deep inside of me, where he belonged.

He slid out and then pounded my pussy, deep and hard. His rhythm quickened, and I was lost in the sensation. His body slapped against mine. I never wanted him to stop fucking me.

He growled. “Come, baby. Come all over my cock.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore, I wanted this release, I wanted this connection. I wanted my man back.

My body quivered, pleasure ripping through my body. He rocked me through my orgasm. I came so hard I was unable to hold back my words.

“I love you, Grant.” I looked deep in his eyes, our souls connected. Even with this mask I wore, I was finally one with my love.

His body tensed, he grunted and jerked, releasing inside me. We collapsed together on the bed, and he held me in his arms.

He cupped my face, the way he had long ago, the night he’d first told me that he loved me.

Then his hand squeezed my chin so hard it stung.

“Stop fucking lying to me, Mia.”

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