Crimes and Punishments

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Twenty eight

'His malice was aimed at himself; with shame and contempt he recollected his cowardice...'

His luscious lips pressed against her plush ones and it had been two months too long. He placed his lips onto her neck and brushed away the items on her vanity to push her onto it. She let out a moan and gripped the edges of the table. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, and to be inside her. She wanted him to be inside her, but with the party downstairs and her in this delicate dress, what was she going to do?

'Lift your dress and remove your underwear,' John grunted and she gasped.

'John—'

'I know we're in the middle of a party, but we can make it quick.' She nodded.

'Okay,' she murmured as he backed away to let her get up to gently pull up the tulle skirt of the dress and pull down her matching blush pink, lace underwear. As she made her way to the bed, he leaned over to scoop up her panties and placed them in his pocket. She sat on the bed with her dress fully pulled up to be mindful of the come.

He quickly unbuckled his trousers, pulled them and his kex down, and positioned his cock in front of her pussy. He gently filled her up to which she softly moaned and then sped up.

'Oh my god, John,' she cried and he shushed her.

'There are people downstairs, petal. We don't want them to hear how much pleasure I'm giving you, now do we?' Her breasts bounced escaping the confines of her dress. John's eyes became even darker with lust and while he wanted to be in her all night, there was a party.

His cock was going so fast, she was about to come already and she wondered if he felt the same. He would definitely never compare to other men, not that she'd been with any since he'd left her two months ago. But he was definitely the best she'd ever had.

'John, I'm about to come.' His grip on her thighs became tighter as his fingers indented themselves into her flesh.

'Me too, Roisin. Come with me.' It wasn't long after those words spoken that they did just that.

Meanwhile, outside her bedroom in the hallway, Derek stood there as he'd listened in on the thing. She was a slut. He knew it. She had to be, right? He remembered that night he had her. He wasn't that drunk, but he always had his eye on little Rosy.

Once Conor got what he wanted, he wanted nothing to do with her and even after they got married, they still weren't doing anything. So, he thought, why not get his chance with her? She'd felt good too...just like Conor described.

Derek's only problem was that, he wanted more. When he found out she was pregnant, he was elated. But then, Conor had to ruin it. Derek knew Roisin was his, whether anyone liked it or not. In his mind, she could whore around all she wanted, but she was his.

Roisin reapplied her favourite lipstick while John was getting ready to go back to the party. She started to look for her underwear and he smirked as he knew where they were.

'John, do ya know where me kex went? I need to hurry. We've taken too much time up here and they're probably wondering where we are.' She looked under her bed and under her vanity.

'I dunno, Petal.' He continued smirking.

'John, please,' she begged and he enjoyed the sound in lustful way. 'I can't go out there without them.' He walked to her as his lips grazed against hers.

'Yes, you can.' He placed his hand in his pocket and caressed the lacy fabric. 'Especially, since they're right here.' He grinned as he took them out and held them high as if he'd won a trophy. She reached for them, but he kept them out of her reach. 'Uh ah, you can absolutely go out there without them. You're going to go out there first, so I can make sure you don't try and sneak another pair on. Then, I'm going to go out there with them in my pocket.