Delicious Sin

by Claudia Stevens

  “Not sorry at all?” I slapped the side of her ass and she bucked against the table.

  “No. Not sorry. Not sorry. Not sorry.”

  My hand slid down her ass. She trembled beneath my touch. I continued moving my hand down until my fingers found her pool of arousal. She was soaking wet. I slid my fingers into her pussy without warning. She screamed, bucked, and cried out.

  “Are you wet for me?” I asked, ramming my fingers in and out of her. She didn’t reply with words. She replied with screams, moans, whimpers, and pleas. “Answer me?”

  I stopped moving my fingers and pulled them slowly out. Naira pushed back in an attempt to get my fingers back inside her.

  “Eli,” she whimpered.

  “Tell me in words what I want to hear,” I pinched her clit.

  “Fuck!” she screamed. “Oh my God, Eli!”

  An orgasm rocketed through her. Her body tensed and then shook as she came. I slid my fingers in her pussy as far as they would go.

  “More! More!” she begged and pushed back towards me.

  I slid a third finger inside her. Her pussy stretched at the width. My fingers were slicked from her orgasm. With my free hand, I pressed down on the small of her back and with my fingers I rammed in and out of her pussy – a silent demand for her to come again.

  “Eli!” she screamed as her body gave in to another orgasm.

  “Good girl,” I moaned and slid my fingers out of her.

  “Eli,” she pouted, looking over her shoulder at me.

  “What’s wrong, beautiful? Do you need something?” I grabbed my cock and slid it between her ass. Her back arched and she grabbed the edge of the table. “What’s wrong, Miss Kang?”

  I slid my cock down to her pussy and back up. With the tip of my cock, I pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves of her ass.

  “Eli,” she gasped. “You’re huge.”

  I held back a chuckle.

  “I’m not that big,” I replied.

  “You’re such a fucking liar,” she sassed, making me laugh.

  “Maybe one day, I can have this.” I pressed the tip of my cock harder against her tight ass. She moaned but moved away nervously. “Don’t worry. We won’t do that until you’re ready.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. I ran my fingers down her spine. She trembled and arched her back.

  “Don’t be sorry,” I said softly and brushed the tips of my fingers back up along her spine to the nape of her neck, while I admired her beautiful skin and curves. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I’m all yours,” she moaned.

  “Good. Flip over onto your back,” I instructed and then helped her roll over. When she was on her back, I lifted her up just enough to where I could slip her dress off.

  “Maybe, we should go to the bedroom so we can turn off the lights,” Naira whispered, and tried to cover her stomach. I grabbed both her wrists and moved her hands to her sides.

  “Why would I want the lights off?” I asked, kissing her neck.

  “Because I’ve gotten fa–”

  Before she could finish her sentence, I dropped my head down to her breast and bit her nipple. She bucked wildly beneath me.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, making me grin wickedly. I stood up and looked down at her.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, running my hands down her sides and to her stomach. My gaze dropped to where my hands rested on her stomach. I couldn’t help but smile. “Especially here.”

  “Still find me sexy?” she asked in a sigh.

  “Beyond sexy.”

  “Sexy enough to stop talking and fuck me?”

  “You really are naughty,” I smirked and spread her legs wide. Naira lifted her legs to wrap them around my waist. I shook my head.

  “Why?” she pouted.

  “Keep your feet flat on the table. I want to watch as I slam balls deep in your beautiful, tight, wet pussy.”

  “Fuck,” she moaned, and moved her feet back onto the table.

  “Slide your ass down towards me.”

  Again, she did as I instructed. I could now feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy against my cock.

  “So, fucking sexy,” I moaned. “You left me with no choice,” I sighed. Naira looked at me with wide eyes.

  “Wh–”

  I rammed every inch of my cock into her pussy. Naira screamed my name. I grunted and moaned. Her pussy was so fucking tight. No matter how much we fucked, her pussy was always tight.

  “Ready to see what happens when you leave me with no choice, Miss Kang?” I slid halfway out of her.

  “What? What happens?” she whimpered.

  “I fuck you senseless and remind you...” I pinched her nipples firmly and then buried my cock inside. “...whose pussy this is.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Naira

  Waking up with a whimper, I reached for Eli. When my hand hit cold sheets, I shot up in bed and looked around. His stuff was still shoved off to the side of the room. It had been a couple of weeks since he moved in, but we still hadn’t figured out what to do with everything.

  But since his stuff was there, my nightmare hadn’t come true. Eli hadn’t left me and the baby. My hand caressed over my stomach which had barely changed in the time I’d been pregnant. If anything, it was firmer than it had been before the pregnancy. Going from pudgy, Naira-likes-her-sweets to Naira’s-expecting in appearance.

  I groaned and rolled from our bed when my bladder screamed for release. My new morning ritual began with the first mad dash for the bathroom, which I followed normally with some sex. But, today, when I walked out of the bathroom, I couldn’t hear Eli in the apartment.

  Trudging to the kitchen to check my phone which I’d left charging on the kitchen counter, a muffled bark of laughter could be heard through the door to the hallway. Veering to see if it was Eli coming back for something before work, I peered through the peephole.

  What I saw had my mouth dropping open. Eli had his back shoved against the wall across from my door. In front of him I could see the back of two very distinct heads – Ethel and Sophia. Those two were always starting some sort of buzz with their antics.

  Their voices were only mumbles as I watched a strange expression cross Eli’s face. He seemed to be almost trying to disappear into the wall as he inched his feet completely against the wall.

  Ethel stepped into Eli’s side and her hand disappeared behind him. My man jumped as if he’d been stabbed in the ass with a pitchfork. He dived for our apartment door and I saw the two old ladies turn to come after him. The work matching expressions… These old biddies wanted my man.

  “What the fuck?” I snapped out in shock.

  “Come on handsome,” Sophia cooed. “We just want to see it. Just a quick look.”

  Something inside of me snapped and I would swear my vision went red as I twisted locks.

  “Ladies!” Eli squealed as I jerked open the door.

  “What the hell is going on out here?” I yelled as I looked at the two women.

  My hand flew out and grabbed Eli’s shirt as I dragged him inside of our apartment.

  “You two!” I pointed my fingers at my eyes and then at Ethel and Sophia. “I’m watching you two. You need to keep your hands off of my boyfriend. Do you hear me?”

  “We was just playin’, Naira,” Ethel replied as she huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts. It shoved them skyward and I gasped in shock.

  “You trying to tempt him with those saggy things?” Laughter came out mirthlessly.

  “What?” Ethel gasped and moved her hands to cover her breasts.

  “Naira, what’s gotten into you?” Sophia demanded.

  “Eli is mine, you hundred-year-old hags. So, stay away!” I snapped and slammed the door in their shocked faces.

  “Eli Mattis!” I spun around and immediately placed a hand over my stomach and another over my mouth as I ran for the bathroom.

  Everything crashed down around me as I slid on the tile floo
r and hunched over the toilet. I couldn’t even close the door to keep Eli out. Tears were pouring down my face as the past ten minutes ran on instant replay through my mind.

  How could I talk to Ethel and Sophia that way? They had always had my back. When I got sick, they brought me soup. When some guy was stalking me, they set him straight. And how did I repay them, by being disrespectful. And for what? Because they were pinching Eli’s ass?

  When my stomach finally settled, I put down the lid of the toilet and moved to lay my head on the edge of the tub. Throughout it all, Eli had held my hair back, rubbed my back, and murmured nonsense.

  “Do you want to talk about what just happened out there?” Eli finally asked.

  “No.” My eyes were burning and I’m sure they were puffy from crying.

  Wrapping my arms up around my face, I tried to hide from Eli as the replay of my disgusting display of emotions kept running through my mind.

  “Naira, come on, sweetheart. Talk to me.” Eli moved in and lifted me from the floor.

  I resisted him but he wasn’t having it and carried me into the bedroom. He climbed on the bed and lowered us both down so that he could pull me close and hold me. The tears began again, and I cried until nothing more would come out. My mouth was dry, and I was feeling very thirsty.

  “Eli,” I rasped.

  “Yes, Naira?”

  “Can you get me some water, please?”

  “I’d search this city until I found you anything you wanted. The best chocolate, the sweetest strawberries, the reddest apple…” Eli smiled and then nodded. “Yep, I’d commit the original sin for you, Naira.”

  “Original sin?” I looked up at him in confusion.

  “Go to the garden and pick from the tree of knowledge. It would be the most delicious sin.” He grinned at me and I smacked him in disbelief.

  “Wait until I tell Sister Mary Agnes,” I gasped in mock shock.

  “Uh….” Eli’s eyes went round, and he stared down at me. “Please don’t?”

  “Only if you let Ethel and Sophia pinch your ass as my apology,” I replied with a serious face.

  Pure horror took over Eli’s expression. “Those two are just not right, Naira.” He shook his head and reached behind him to cover his ass.

  Laughter fell from my lips and the jealousy, rage, embarrassment, and horror evaporated into the early morning air.

  “Laugh it up, it’s not your butt getting bruised,” Eli grumbled as he headed out of the bedroom.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Eli

  Time was flying by and it all seemed to be one big blur. The majority of my time was spent in bed trying to satiate a horny Naira, working, or sleeping. With Naira having quit her job, I wanted to take on as much overtime as I could. She kept insisting that she had money saved up, but it didn’t feel right. I needed to provide for her and the baby. It wasn’t that her money wasn’t good enough, I just needed to prove to her that I had everything under control. Even if I was a complete basket case on the inside.

  “Welcome to Big Apple Cafe,” Lola James called out from behind the counter. She looked at me and smiled. “Haven’t seen your ugly mug around here lately,” she teased.

  I had known Lola for eternity. She was my childhood best friend. Before Naira came into my life, it was Lola I confided in about my life. However, now that the fiery redhead had met my significant other, I was a thing of the past. Lola and Naira hit it off from the start. In fact, Lola seemed to be at our apartment more than me.

  “Where’s my girl?” Lola laughed as I walked up to the counter. I groaned and rolled my eyes.

  “You better stop trying to make my woman switch sides,” I chuckled. Lola was now the one groaning and rolling her eyes.

  “Trust me. That woman is all about…” Lola made a weird face and gestured at me. “She’s all about that.”

  “You’re a brat.”

  She shrugged and then went to work her magic. I knew she was making my usual coffee order just by watching what ingredients she was throwing together. I dug my wallet out and grabbed a five. When she was done, she set a steaming cup of coffee down in front of me.

  “Four bucks and–”

  “Twenty-five cents,” I finished her sentence. “You know this is–”

  “I know. I know. Highway robbery. Just pay and go find your woman,” Lola took the five-dollar bill from me, and then shooed me away from the counter.

  “Are you always this rude to your customers? Or just me?” I smirked.

  “Just you,” she grinned. “Bye, sweet cheeks,” she mused.

  Naira had taken the liberty and disclosed my daily battle with Sophia and Ethel to Lola. Lola thought it was the funniest thing on the planet. Any chance she got, Lola poked fun at me about the horny old ladies.

  “You’re lucky there are other customers in here,” I said, looking around the cafe and then back at Lola. “So, I will just say, have a wonderful evening, my dear friend, Lola.”

  She said something as I was walking out the door, but I couldn’t make it out. However, I didn’t doubt that it was some smart-ass comment about my ass and old ladies. Naira and I were going to have a long chat about giving Lola ammunition to use against me.

  “I’ll only be gone a few hours. Want me to bring home some lunch?” Naira asked, sitting next to me on the bed, where I was still snuggled under the covers.

  “Food sounds good,” I yawned.

  “Okay. I’ll pick up something on the way home.”

  “Who are you going shopping with?”

  “Sister Mary Agnes and mom,” she smiled.

  “They’re going to kill me,” I groaned into the pillow.

  I still hadn’t the balls to face Sister Mary Agnes or Naira’s mother. Despite Sister Mary Agnes no longer being a nun, it still didn’t feel right telling her how Naira was pregnant or that we were living together. Those two things had a Sister Mary Agnes ass-whooping written all over them. Throw Naira’s mom into the mix and I had a double ass-whooping heading my way. So, I did what every good chickenshit would do… I avoided them like the plague.

  “Eli, you can’t hide from them forever,” Naira giggled. “They’ve known for weeks.”

  “Doesn’t matter.” I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “They will kill me. I’m the guy. You’re the woman, who is innocent.” I did air quotes with my fingers.

  “Takes two to tango, Eli. They know this,” Naira sighed. “Maybe, I’ll invite everyone over for dinner and we can all talk.”

  “One thing at a time, beautiful.”

  “You need to meet them, Eli,” Naira looked down at me.

  “I know,” I groaned at the thought of facing her parents. They were going to kill me.

  “I want you to meet them soon,” she said, rubbing her round belly. I slid my hand out from under the covers and moved her hand out of the way. “Hey!” she laughed.

  “Mine,” I grinned, rubbing her belly. Naira let out a heavy sigh. “You get Lola. I get the baby.”

  “How is that a fair trade?” Naira laughed.

  “You two are the ones who claimed each other,” I reminded her. “But regardless, this little one is my fave.”

  I rolled on to my side and kissed Naira’s stomach. Naira looked down at me and smiled. She stroked the side of my face with her fingers.

  “You’re so sexy,” she whispered.

  “Naira,” I groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head.

  “Eli,” she busted out laughing. “I didn’t even say I wanted sex right now.” She continued laughing.

  “You always want sex. I’m surprised I don’t need a blue pill to get it up,” I retorted.

  Naira wanted to fuck every chance we got. She wanted to make up for the time, in the future, we wouldn’t be able to have sex. Plus, she said her libido was on the loose. I had to look up what the word libido even meant.

  “Relax, crybaby,” Naira laughed. I felt the weight of the bed shift, which meant she had stood up
. “I’m going to go shopping, but I’ll be back… so rest up.”

  “You’re so mean,” I said, pulling the covers off my head and glaring at her. She had a huge grin on her face.

  “I mean, if you aren’t up for the challenge, I could always find someone who wouldn’t mind–”

  “Don’t you finish that sentence, Naira Kang,” I pointed my finger at her, and she held up her hands in surrender. The huge grin still hadn’t left her face. “That temple is mine. No one else is allowed in it.”

  “Good. Then it’s settled,” she leaned down, kissed me swiftly, and stood up. “Once I’m back, we’ll eat and then fuck everywhere imaginable in the apartment.”

  “Seriously, woman...” I chuckled, “you’re going to kill me.”

  “Stop complaining and go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when I get back,” she smiled.

  “Fair enough. Be safe and text me throughout so I know you’re okay. Please.”

  “Of course. Promise.” She gave me another kiss and then left the room with her purse and keys.

  A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close, and then the lock on the door engaged. I let out a sigh of relief knowing Naira had locked the door so that Ethel and Sophia couldn’t sneak attack me.

  It didn’t take me long to drift back to sleep. Just like it hadn’t taken Naira long to come back from her shopping trip. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep and already the front door was unlocking and opening. Then the bathroom door closed.

  “Time to wake up, buddy,” I groaned down at my crotch, and then rolled sleepily out of bed. I glanced at the clock. It was barely ten. Guess the shopping trip had been a bust.

  I staggered down the hallway toward the kitchen. The bathroom door opened up and I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes widened, and suddenly, I wished I had thrown on pants and a shirt, instead of just walking around in my boxers.

  “Uh… Hello, Mr. Kang,” I said, bowing respectfully to Naira’s dad, who stared at me with eyes the size of saucers.

  “Hello, Mr. Mattis,” he replied and turned his gaze to the ceiling. “Perhaps, you can find pants.”

  “Yes, sir. Right away,” I blurted and hauled ass to the bedroom. Less than a minute later, Mr. Kang and I were sitting across from each other in the living room, in awkward silence.