Sin For Me

Chapter 12 ☑️

Mason

Resisting temptation was impossible with Megan, especially given that she had gave me a second opportunity to claim her. It was obvious her body was calling mine, I wanted her badly. She arched her back gracefully, brushing her thigh against my growing erection as she inched closer to my groin.

I had dreamt of this moment for many years—the moment when I could savor her entire body.  The moment i could make her truly mine. It was as if my dreams had finally came true.

Yet, here she was—beautiful, hair mused in that sexy way, legs parted, and glossy, green eyes pierced into mine with pure lust.

Her beauty was breathtaking, and her arousal for me was the perfect inclusion. Her panting and sporadic breathing hardened my cock immensely, and I could nearly combust from the sight of her in this way, wanting ME.

Absent-mindedly, I pushed away the contents of the coffee table that sat within the notch in the wall, causing a shatter of glass amongst the floor. But I didn't care—nothing was more important than this moment.

I tossed her ass atop the table, interlocking our lips more intensely than before. She liked it rough—I could sense this much. I had an demanding need to show her I needed her too as she did me. In more than a physical way.

I had been a fool before to reject her advances when she made it obvious of her intentions with me. I just wish she remembered me...

I thrust a finger deep inside her, and a deep, seductive moan escaped from her swollen lips. God, she was soaking wet—and so ready for me!

I vigorously impelled her wetness with my fingers and she moaned into my mouth in return. My cock expanded in my joggers, as her incitement called far from within me. I desired to taste her wetness— to get a fill of her completely.

Her body still interlocked with mine, I pushed her away gently, kneeling down to devour her arousal. Her bud was inevitably swollen from her arousal. She was a sight for sore eyes in this position.

Placing my hand gently on her sternum, I held her tightly in place with her back pressed against the wall, and buried my face deep within her thighs. She tasted as sweet as honeysuckle, and I could relish myself in her sweetness for eternity.

Though, nothing could truly compare, and I was insatiable. Now that I had a taste, I was hooked.

Her heavy moans echoed throughout the hall, as I violently sucked on her most sensitive spot.

"Come for me baby," I eagerly demanded.

I thrusted another finger into her tight arousal, as I greedily ravished her juices. I felt her clench around my fingers, as she neared her climax, and an inaudible scream escaped her lips. She unfolded around me, her body wildly convulsing, and her eyes rolling beneath her skull in intense pleasure.

As her high subsided, she gazed down greedily into my eyes. Hunger for more was imprinted all over her flushed face.

And I wasn't done with her just yet...

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Sex was never my intention with Megan on her first night as my house guest. This wasn't the plan, but she was so damn irresistible. She practically threw herself at me, and I greedily gave in to temptation. She had me under her spell, and I was bound by it.

She wrapped her long, toned legs tightly around my waist as I gently lifted her from the coffee table, kissing her passionately. Our lips interlocked, our bodies intertwined, never detaching.

I carried her to one of the closest guests rooms nearby. I positioned her in the middle of the small bed, separating our bodies for a brief moment to turn the bedside lamp on.

Light illuminated the small space, as I diverted my attention back to my conquest. Her legs were spread wide for me, and her lips curled up in a smile—inviting me in— a welcome invitation I was more than happy to accept.

She licked her lips seductively, and my groin responded as my cock stood at attention. I briefly skimmed the glorious sight that lay before me, admiring her beauty. She was perfect.

I climbed atop her wanting body, and her scent sent me spiraling into another dimension. She smelled exquisite, and her sweetness lingered still on my tongue. I licked my lips, and leaned in for another kiss.

"Taste yourself, baby," I whispered into her ear. " Taste how lovely you taste."

She licked her lips as she tasted her own arousal.

"Sweet," she replied with a wicked grin.

Her breathing was heavy, uneven almost, as I hovered over her beautiful body. I planted gentle kisses alongside her neck and grazed my tongue down to her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth as I slid a finger deep inside her. She was so ready—practically dripping for me!

I retreated my finger from her wetness, sliding it into her mouth. She eagerly sucked her juices from my fingers, twirling my finger around the tip of her tongue. My cock nearly combusted at the gesture.  I know of a better way to put that mouth of yours to good use, I thought to myself.

As much as I wanted to fuck her this very second, I wanted it to to mean something to her, as it did to me. I desired to savor her in this moment—she meant so much to me, more than she would ever know. She wasn't just some random female I fucked and forgot about. She was everything. If only she could remember me, the guy who comforted her time after time. Surely she felt the spark then too...

I loved the way she ran her fingers blissfully through my hair, tickling my scalp, as I fucked her with my fingers.

I loved the delightful moan that escaped her lips as she reached her climax.

I loved the softness of her lips on mine, as if I were the only thing that mattered in her world.

I wanted to be her everything.

I didn't want this to be a one time thing. I wanted to savor her body every day—I wanted her to be mine in every way. Mind, body, and soul.

If she woke up hating me tomorrow, I wanted this one night to be unforgettable for the both of us.

I wanted to make her feel loved in every way—unlike the "love" she thought she had with Max.

She was the center of my universe, rather she knew it or not.

She was the poison in my veins, that I mercilessly welcomed, as she had been for many years.

So, instead of giving her meaningless sex, I needed to make love to her.

I wanted to connect with her emotionally as well as physically. The spark was there—it was inevitable, as our bodies pressed against one another, and I gazed deep into her green eyes.

I'd leave the talking for tomorrow. Tonight, I was the hunter, and she was the prey. And I was forever at her mercy...