SINNERS 20

ADULT CONTENT - SEXUAL NATURE

Milady

I am not fond of these types of interactions, the exchange of feelings and emotions all that bullshit. With April it is different, there is more that should be shared between us, so for the life of me why am I still standing behind this door?

There wasn’t anything to say if I am sent to my possible death, the man wanted to ensure that I didn’t come back breathing. Then, in the back of my mind it sunk in, I could die and that wasn’t the problem. It is that if I do, would he even realise that in my messed-up brain that I felt something, lust or love? Can never be the latter, I am not a person worth loving and he certainly isn’t a man that wanted anything more than a 'Romp'.

Twisting the intimidating golden knob, not surprised if it was made out of gold. My senses became blasted with the spicy cigar smoke, the rich scent that made me hum in content. The entire office bathed in darkness except for the dim light from his lamp on his table, highlighting stacks of beige folders and white crisp pages that haven’t been touched.

Some where neatly stacked while others scattered in front of him. The cloud of smoke ahead, concealing his striking features that made me whine in annoyance, I wanted to see those bewitching orbs even for the last time.

Smoke seemingly evaporated while he ashed the cigar on a detailed glass tray, dark chocolate strands untamed and his white formal shirt had been unbuttoned till his pecks. The defined muscle that strained against the expensive silk, clung to him like a second skin. It would feel so electrifying to have our bodies moulded together, to feel each dent of his abs against me. His skin appeared soft and glowing, the temptation to run my ‘tongue’ over his skin ruptured my core, would he taste of spices and whiskey?

The eye scrutiny halted when I studied the expression on his face, filled with concern. Massaging his temples for a minute before a sigh escaped his plump parted lips. What baffled me is the turmoil of emotions swirling within those sapphires as if mixing with the olive to display the number of things pressing on his mind, it made my body helpless to see him in such a semi vulnerable state. The man is an arrogant, devious, sexy 'Timer', but none of those implied he felt raw emotions.

Nearing his desk, the sound of my boots on the tiles filling the silence. ‘You look tense Jack.’

Seconds passed by while he stared at his desk, not acknowledging my presence. The glass of whiskey on his table becoming enticing as he sipped the amber liquid to release the pressure, ‘You can not talk your way out of this one and frankly I am not in the mood for your shit..!’

There he goes again, being an asshole. Usually I would have a snaky comment to lash out on him but something stopped the words from escaping my mouth, almost like guilt if I muttered them. ‘I wasn’t coming here for any of that, have you even slept?’

It felt overbearing to feel this kind of emotion, to worry about his well being when other instances I wanted him to rot in hell and now that anger seemed surreal. He lifted his head from the unbreakable staring match with the alcohol, evasive of any emotion but his eyes held a different story almost as if he wanted me to see it. A man with immaculate control could mask his emotions, why didn’t he?

A chuckle escaped his lips but it wasn’t sincere. ‘More things are important than wasting eight hours on sleeping.’

My heart saddens for some reason, the monster didn’t care about his health but I somehow did what freaked me out. ‘You are not going to find her if you cannot function properly you imbecile.

I didn’t mean for it to come out, the words slipped and rather than comfort him, I enraged him or made it humorous. Since, I wouldn’t want the pity of others that applied to him and it did add to the list of things we share in common besides torturing and killing.

A smile broke onto his lips, it appeared realistic and plastered. His gaze met mine before drifting down to my cleavage, he studied my breasts with hunger seeping through his eyes. The fierce heat that stained a trail from him seemed impossible to escape, his tongue coating his dry lips for a feast that I wanted to happen. He ran his thumb against his fat bottom lip, I wanted to taste it, bite it.

‘Why do you care if I don’t sleep?’ he smugly asked, leaning into the plush chair but still continued his trail.

Damn, he’s back and is pissed me off but turned me on at the same time.

‘Well, here I am trying to be a good person and you turn it into shit,’ I flung my hands up in frustration for his habit of pushing my buttons.

He raised his eyebrow at my demeanour, amusement flashing his beautiful eyes that I just could stare into. What is wrong with you, carrying on like you are ‘Cat’ whipped. No, just thinking with my ‘Cat.’

‘Love it would appear that you care about me,’ he teased, that smug sexy look morphing his lips.

I scoffed, ‘In your wildest dreams Darling.’

‘Don’t you mean in your dreams,’ he hummed.

‘Ugh, why are you such a pain in my ass,’ I growled.

‘Don’t worry love, I can make sure there will be one and trust me you wouldn’t just scream in pain.’ he sexily replied, which instantly made my core clench from the need to have him inside of me.

Words didn’t even begin to leave my mouth, for the first time I am actually speechless and I hated it. He plastered a victorious grin on his lips, ‘Cat got your tongue my lover?’

That pressed my buttons and before I could even register the words that flew out of my mouth, ‘My mouth will be on yours.’

Damn, why did you say something like that, out of everything you could of said? I wanted to face palm myself, this wasn’t a good idea.

To my surprise his eyes darkened and became drowned in lust that made my spine shiver in delight, he motioned his finger for me to come forward. For the life of me, my legs moved on demand to the fire burning his eyes.

Before I could even register, he yanked my arm into him, instantly making me straddle him. My arms wrapped around his neck, our close proximity made me nauseas, with desire. His scent, spice, whiskey and a whole lot of man. It flushed my brain, there wasn’t anything that I wanted to say. I just wanted to bathe in his scent and lustful gaze, staring at me like I am a the prey and I loved it. For some reason, it made the thrill flourishing through me exciting.

‘I would love to have your Honey Pot on my tongue, to taste hoe delicious you are!’ he whispered, tugging on my earlobe while he ran his gigantic hands up and down my thighs. His words made my lacy underwear drench and the temperature to rise from his scorching touch. Lips soft as silk that made me bite on my lip to suppress my moan.

His fiery lips trailed down to my neck, sucking and biting with such ferocity that it burned my body. He didn’t leave any ‘Love Bites’ but the way he skilfully knew my pressure points were making my mind melt, hands groping my breast while he licked the seams of my collarbone and found that nerve to press, ‘Jack’ I moaned, my lips remaining parted from his continuation to flatly drag his hand painfully slow against my stomach till he reached my tights.

I prayed he would continue and not stop there, God must have answered them.

Slipping his hand into my pants, he cupped my Honey pot and the heat from his palm gracing the cool surface made me groan from the unexplainable pleasure.

Running his fingers partly through my folds, the sound of my liquids filling the air combined with my moans. ‘Leave Love, your so wet for me already!’ he huskily whispered against my neck before trailing open mouth kisses to my jaw, chin and then we paused.

Both our gazes entranced by the other, darkened and filled with desire. Swiftly I dropped to his lips, smashing mine against his. In that moment, he continued to swipe up and down my folds before circling my clit. The kiss resembled something different, passion and emotion.

It felt consuming, his lips moved hastily against mine while I did the same to him. A mewl left my lips as he swallowed them, before he shoved one of his thick fingers into me. I gasped, which gave him the perfect opportunity to battle with my tongue. It felt all to erotic, the way the spice and whiskey transferred, his fingers pumping me.

I couldn’t help the moan that he swallowed, ‘Jack, don’t stop.’

On command with his grin, he added a second finger. He hissed as I clenched around the thick source. ‘You’re so tight!’

Smashing our lips together, for someone to be such an ass his mouth was forged from silk. The plush feeling of his bottom lip in between my teeth as I tugged on it, he groaned. His fingers were hitting the right spot while his tongue tried to dominate me, curling his fingers and making the same motion inside of me tweaked a nerve as my muscles contracted and the ache between my legs grew.

‘F---ck’ I moaned, the intensity becoming to much while the impeding need to close my legs to over me. The ache to release, I needed it for my sanity.

‘Please, Jack’ I begged, disregarding the needy sound in my voice.

‘What do you want love?’ he asked, licking the seems of my lips.

My muscles were beginning to ache, I need to Cum. His fingers continued to move in and out while licking my neck. ‘Make me come,’ I groaned.

‘With pleasure,’ he smirked, before pressing his thumb onto my clit, circling motions upon the nerves that mixed with his thick fingers stretching me out.

It became close, the heat drinking me in while I stared into his eyes. The final straw, hitting me like a ton of bricks, coming with parted lips while staring into his menacing eyes.

Drawing my nails down his perfectly shaped chest, a hiss of pleasure leaving his lips. Milking his fingers from the intensity of such an orgasm, he liked staring at me come in the palm of his hands. Running my fingers through my curls, I continuously huffed out air from the overwhelming sea of emotions swirling in me.

‘Now that is a sight I don’t want to forget,’ he grinned, removing his fingers from inside me I wanted to protest from his absence.

‘Which part we talking about?’ I huffed, trying to regain oxygen back into my lungs.

‘The part where you beg for me to make you come,’ his smoky voice replied before licking away my juices off of his fingers.

The sight erupted through my loins, desire pooling in my belly. He hummed in approval, ‘You taste so sweet, I don’t mind eating you everyday!’

Now that made me shiver, curving my spine and making Goosebumps Arise. Leaning into him, I whispered against his lips, ‘I wouldn’t protest to having you between my legs every day, I mean every hour.’

His eyes darkened, nostrils flaring while his engorged length hit my sensitive ‘Treasure’. He trusted his hips purposely to gain a reaction, he did, since I openly moaned into him. ‘Hmmm, do it again,’ I whispered.

He obliged, gripping my waist and lightly thrusting it into me. I felt each outline, the girth entirely unrealistic that I couldn’t imagine him fitting inside of me, it shot tingles through my stream. ‘Shit, I want to devour you so badly,’ I pleaded.

Jack’s sinful smirk appeared on his lips as he drew down the strap of my tank top, pressing his open mouth kisses against the skin before switching to the sweat that trickled in between my breasts.

Then, he licked the trail from the valley of my breasts to the end of my neck. I dare say, I would submit to him to have that tongue pleasure me in mind-blowing ways.

‘Why don’t you,’ he stated, fanning his hot breath into the crook of my neck.

‘Then that would mean you would have nothing to look forward to,’ I smirked before standing up from him and walking towards the door.

I could feel his rage, his own arousal filled my nostrils. Every inch of me wanted to give in but the fun is making him realise the importance of having me in his family.

‘Leaving me with blue balls?’ he stressfully questioned.

‘I will be back to relieve it, well if I make it out alive.’ I smirked, closing the door behind me, the faint sound of his strained laughter being heard.

Jack Vasilief

She lived up to her name, a true temptress, a vixen. There wasn’t a thought of her clouding my mind, neither more intense than this. My ‘Sausage’ felt heavy, in need for release. Her mouth is so hot and addicting, the thought of those pretty lips on my ‘Thickness’ made me groan in frustration. When she came in , the cloud looming over her while curls of ebony covered her back and those emeralds sparkled at the instant we interacted. But the way it filled with arousal, the need to fulfil the ache she craved to be released from . Her mouth parting made me want to destroy those bruised coral lips but the way she moaned my name made something switch within, something possessive and dominating. It became compelling to want to hear her moan my name over and over especially beneath me, I wanted to break her emotionally but something is holding me back and I didn’t like it.

Milady left me with Blue Balls but then it pricked me that she didn’t think she would make this out alive, I didn’t think she would but I be damned if I let anything happen to her now. It wasn’t the way I fingered her, it was the hint of worry that carved her features when she knocked. She came to give something and indirectly it is a goodbye. She cannot die now, especially when I am this conflicted.

‘You better come out alive otherwise all of them are dead men,’

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