Big Apple Sin

by Simone Evans

  “Are you laughing because you don’t believe me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She shook her head.

  “No. I laughed because I pictured you chasing after me, promising me hotdogs and donuts galore.”

  Now, it was my turn to laugh.

  Cherry was a donut fanatic. Actually, she was a pastry fiend. If it was made of dough, she was all for it. Every morning, I had brought her a donut and coffee on my way to drop off the twins. It had become the twins and my routine. Anytime, we were running late, the Branch and Lily both refused to go to daycare until we got Cherry her breakfast.

  I may have tried to keep a bit of distance to protect them, but the twins had fallen in love with Cherry anyway. They talked about her every day after daycare. They told me, GramMa, and Auntie how nice Cherry was and how they couldn’t wait to see her again. They were all smiles when they talked about her. GramMa and Auntie were always asking when Cherry was coming back over. I was beginning to think my family wanted to trade me for Cherry.

  “Do you know why I started bringing you two pastries in the morning?” I asked with a chuckle.

  “No. I had been wondering though,” she smiled.

  “Lily and Branch began to fight over what pastry to buy you, so to make my mornings easier, I let them each pick out one,” I rolled my eyes and sighed. Cherry smiled proudly.

  “They are the sweetest.” The tone in her voice made me want to cry. She sounded so sincere. When she smiled, it was the icing on the cake.

  “The way you talk about the twins makes me smile,” I whispered.

  My fingers twisted my goatee, while I tried to play it cool. On the inside, I was anything but cool. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest or like I was going to have an anxiety attack.

  “I really care about them,” she blushed. “Which is why I have a question.”

  “A question?” I asked. She nodded in response. “What is it you want to know?”

  “Would it be okay, if, on Saturday, they hung out with me while you were at work?”

  My mouth damn near hit the floor from her question. It was the last thing on Earth, I thought she would ask me. I thought it was going to be something along the lines of them coming with us on our next movie date. Them spending one-on-one time with Cherry was a next step move.

  “I mean, your boss is making you guys work overtime, and instead of you going home late since my house is closer to your work, you could just come here. I mean, if you wanted to stay the night with the twins. I mean, if you were okay with the twins staying the night. I’m not trying to assume anything–”

  “Cherry,” I interrupted her before she passed out from speaking a thousand words per minute. She took a deep breath.

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  “You don’t need to apologize,” I smiled. “The twins would love to spend time with you.” I found my fingers twisted my goatee again and I dropped them quickly as I looked at my girlfriend. “I know that I put some restrictions on our relationship because I didn’t want them to get attached but I think it’s too late. They wanted to come with me tonight. In fact, they threw a tantrum and demanded that I take them with me.”

  “Oh no,” Cherry giggled.

  “I think the three of you are plotting against me,” I grinned.

  Cherry shrugged then dramatically acted innocent. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

  “So… Can they come over? They could spend the night on Friday, which is tomorrow. And then, Saturday you could come over after work. How does that sound?” she asked with a hopeful look.

  “Of course. They would love that,” I nodded and her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day.

  “Really?” she gasped.

  “Yes. Really,” I chuckled. “It’s about time we talk to them about us.”

  “Perfect!” she clapped her hands together. “Then eat up because I want playtime with you before then.”

  Cherry stared at me like a vixen. Her lips were pouty and her eyes were filled with lust. She looked like a woman, who knew exactly what she wanted. And, right now that was me.

  “Fuck it,” I growled before standing and making my way around the table. I helped her up, stripped her of her dress and picked her up by her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Levan,” she said huskily. “What are you doing? What about dinner?”

  “Fuck dinner. I want my dessert.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cherry

  Levan carried me toward the bedroom but we didn’t make it far before he slammed me into the wall. His mouth took hold of my own and he devoured every sound I made. My dress hadn’t allowed for a bra and I’d chosen to skip the underwear, so I was now completely naked while Levan was still completely dressed.

  As he continued to kiss me, exploring my mouth with his tongue, I plucked at the buttons of his shirt and slowly, one at a time, they began to come undone.

  “Cherry,” he growled and snatched my hand away from his chest. “I’m on the edge already.”

  “But I want to feel you, too,” I whined and pouted up at him.

  Levan shook his head at me and leaned in to take my mouth in a passionate kiss. His kisses were decadent and addictive.

  “Levan,” I whimpered as he broke our kiss and my need turned almost painful. I needed him undressed and his cock inside of me. I was desperate and willing to beg if that’s what the man needed me to do.

  “You should be spanked for sitting there in only that dress,” Levan muttered against my neck as he pressed kisses against my skin. “How did I not realize you were naked under it?” he chuckled and nipped at my neck.

  “It had a built-in bra,” I offered. It was how my nipples hadn’t shown through the thin material because they had been hard as diamonds since we’d agreed to tonight’s date.

  “Ah… but there was no built-in underwear so what’s your excuse for not wearing them?” he demanded as he pulled away and looked down on me.

  A shiver raced up my spine and I dropped my eyes to his chest.

  “I was too sensitive for them,” I whispered.

  “What was that, Cherry?” he asked loudly.

  “I took them off because I couldn’t get anything done,” I snapped in embarrassment.

  “Couldn’t get anything done?” Levan chuckled. “My poor sweet Cherry. Are you needy? Do you need me to help you with an ache?”

  “Yes,” I pleaded instantly and he chuckled as he let me slide down to stand on my own feet.

  “Lean back against the wall,” Levan instructed as he slid down my body. His mouth latched onto my nipple and he sucked it hard as his fingers slid over my soaked pussy.

  “Levan,” I moaned as my hips thrust against his fingers.

  He flicked my clit and I screamed as sensation shot through me. My body vibrated with one need – I needed Levan’s cock inside of me. I needed to be filled. During those late-night study sessions, I’d been reading romance novels and I’d had plenty of time to fantasize about what I wanted. And what I wanted was for Levan to own my body.

  “Levan,” I whimpered when he pulled his hand away from my pussy and let my nipple pop from his mouth.

  “Lean back, Cherry,” he urged as he went to his knees. “Let me take the edge off for you.”

  Before I could even respond, Levan buried his face between my thighs and I felt his tongue thrust inside of me as he began to manipulate my pussy with his mouth.

  “Levan, Levan, Levan,” I chanted. His name, the only word my passion-soaked mind could pull from its depths.

  So, when the man pulled away from my pussy and grinned up at me, I was at a loss for what was happening. Shock filled me as Levan rose from his knees and walked back toward the table.

  “You spent so much time making dinner, I think it would be wrong to let it go to waste.” Dimples popped out when Levan grinned at me.

  “What?” The single word was the extent of my current vocabulary as I slumped against the wall.

  Wh
en he stopped and adjusted himself before taking his seat, I knew Levan wasn’t as detached and calm as he was trying to pretend. What kind of game was the man playing?

  “Cherry…” Levan’s voice was deep with command when he glanced over his shoulder at me.

  My body betrayed me and lifted from the wall to go to him. I’d barely taken a step when something inside of me snapped.

  What the hell am I doing? The question flew through my mind and I looked at Levan as he calmly picked up his fork and took a bite of the dinner, I’d spent hours preparing. Even so, I didn’t care if we had to throw it away and order a pizza – I wanted to fucking come. I needed to come.

  My clit throbbed as if to scream its agreement with the thoughts going through my mind. There was one thing I had learned shortly after I got married – I didn’t need a man to get off. So, instead of walking to Levan, I turned and sashayed over to my sofa.

  Settling onto the cushion, I lifted one leg and draped it over the arm to help keep my thighs spread open. I braced my foot on the coffee table and leaned my head back. My lips curved up at the corners when Levan called my name.

  Remaining where I was with my eyes closed, I skimmed my hands down my sides and over my thighs. When I began to move them back up, I heard a noise from the table.

  “Cherry…” Levan rasped.

  One hand moved up to my breast as the other went to where I really needed it. I strummed lightly over my clit and shivered in decadence. Massaging my breast, I continued to alternate between circles around and flicks to my clit.

  “What are you doing?” Levan asked roughly.

  Did he like what he saw? I wondered as I pinched a nipple and slipped the fingers of my lower hand into my wetness. It was so tempting to thrust them into my pussy but something stirred inside of me. A bratty, needy side.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Levan

  No man in his right mind would have continued sitting at the table, after seeing Cherry spread eagle on the couch playing with herself. My cock was hard already, but seeing her play with herself made my hard-on painful.

  I stripped out of all my clothes and walked over to her. I stood between her legs.

  “Going to fuck me now?” Cherry asked huskily – the dirty word from someone so pure turned me on even more.

  “No. I want to watch you pleasure yourself, and when you come, I’m going to lick it all up,” I replied, stroking my cock.

  Cherry moaned and her head fell back on to the couch cushion. With one hand, she spread her lips so I could see exactly how wet she was. With her other hand, her fingers pressed against her clit, moving in circles.

  My hand gripped my cock harder, and my strokes became rapid. Cherry’s display was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Just seeing her play with herself was enough to make me come.

  “Do you like seeing me play with myself, Levan?” she asked softly. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at me.

  “No, I fucking love watching you play with your gorgeous pussy, Cherry,” I grinned and looked down at my cock. “I’m hard as a rock watching you play with yourself.”

  “Could always fuck me,” she suggested and bit her lower lip. My gaze flicked from her mouth to her pussy and back up to her face. She liked my reaction and grinned like a vixen.

  “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” I stepped closer to her, watching her every reaction to the dirty talk. She instantly spread her legs so I could get even closer to her. “Do you want my cock?” I growled.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Please. Fuck me,” she begged in an alluring tone. My cock jerked in my grip.

  “Fuck,” I groaned and dropped my hand from my cock. I picked up her legs and held them together against my chest. “I’m going to fuck you from every angle.”

  “Promise?” she smirked.

  “Fuck yeah,” I moaned. “I’m going to own this pussy tonight, Cherry.”

  “You already own it.” The look in her eyes was of a determined woman, a woman who knew what she wanted, and right now she wanted my cock.

  I moved her legs to the right side of my chest. She shifted slightly to where she was halfway on her side. The couch kept her from rolling completely onto her side. She gripped the couch.

  “You sure you don’t want to eat first?” I grinned.

  “Levan, if you don’t take my pussy, I’m going to go back to fucking my–”

  The redness that colored her neck and cheeks along with the hitch in her voice at the dirty words, had flames racing down my spine and into my balls. I needed to fuck her as much as she wanted me to fuck her.

  I buried every inch of my cock inside her warm embrace. She screamed my name as I bottomed her out. Her tight pussy gripped around me. I growled as pleasure spread from my cock to my balls and throughout my entire body.

  “So, fucking tight,” I gritted through clenched teeth.

  “You’re so fucking huge,” she panted, making me smirk. I loved making my prim-and-proper teacher go dirty.

  “Am I big enough for you, baby?”

  “Fuck yes,” she whispered huskily.

  “Good.” I gripped both her hips and slid halfway out of her pussy. She reached up for me but I knew I wouldn’t last if she touched me. “Pinch your nipples,” I ordered.

  “Levan,” she pouted then squeezed her breasts together. They were the perfect size. I loved watching her play with them while we fucked.

  “Play with your nipples, Cherry. Make yourself feel good,” I ordered again.

  She opened her mouth as though to say something but bit her lip instead. Her fingers found their way to her rosy-colored nipples. She pinched the hard nubs, and her pussy tightened around my cock.

  “Fuck,” I moaned. “You like playing with yourself?”

  “Yes,” she breathed while continuing to pinch and pull her nipples. Her back arched and her hips pressed forward, pushing more of my cock inside of her. “But I like it more when you do,” she moaned.

  “Fuck,” I growled then pulled out leaving only the tip of my dick inside Cherry. She whimpered in protest, but only briefly because I rammed into her pussy as if my life depended on it.

  She screamed my name over and over as an orgasm took over her body. I wanted more of her screams. More of her wetness. More of her. I thrust in and out of her ferociously. With one arm, I held her legs against my chest. My free hand held her hip. I didn’t want her to move. I wanted her to feel every inch of my cock.

  “Levan! Levan! Levan!” Cherry screamed. Her hands left her breasts and gripped at the couch. “I’m coming… I’m coming again!”

  “Give me what’s mine,” I growled and thrust deeper and harder inside her. The possessive need this woman brought out in me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  “Levan!” she whimpered loudly. Her back arched off the couch. Her nails dug into the cushions, and her body quaked. “FUCK!”

  She lashed her arm up and down against the couch. Her beautiful breasts bounced with each stroke of my cock and each arch of her back. The sight of her beautiful body coming made me greedy to see more.

  I didn’t give her time to ride out the orgasm slowly. Instead, I slammed in and out of her pussy over and over again until her pussy tightened and I felt her gush around my cock. Her wetness dripped down to my balls. She screamed incoherent words. Her back held in a perfect arch and she clawed at the couch once again.

  I loved the way her body responded to me.

  “Fill me. Fill my fucking pussy,” Cherry begged. “I want your hot fucking cum, NOW!”

  Her words shattered me. My balls tightened as I thrust one final time, and held still. My cock shot my cum deep inside her pussy. My head tilted back and I roared with pleasure. Her pussy tightened around me, forcing every last drop of my cum from me.

  “Cherry!” I grunted at the end of my orgasm.

  “Mmm,” Cherry whispered. I looked down to find my beautiful Cherry, looking up at me with satiated-eyes.

  “Do y
ou feel good, baby?” I kissed the outside of her ankles.

  “Mmhmm,” she nodded slightly and smiled.

  I slowly pulled out of her and lowered her legs down to where she could get comfortable.

  “Your legs okay?” I asked while massaging her calves.

  “They’re fine,” she yawned. “Perfectly fine.”

  Her sleepy tone made me laugh.

  “I thought we were going to have dinner?” I teased. She pointed towards the kitchen. “What?”

  “Your dinner is that way. You know where the microwave is. It’s probably cold,” she whispered, and then rolled onto her side and snuggled up against the couch. She closed her eyes.

  “Cherry, you can’t go to sleep,” I laughed.

  “Why not?” she murmured.

  “Because I want to spend time with you.” I stared at her in disbelief, when she didn’t move a muscle. She was going to sleep and it was still early-ish.

  “You can… by watching me sleep.”

  I sighed heavily and twisted my goatee. I didn’t have a clue what to do. Sleep sounded good, but I had really wanted to spend time with her.

  I sound like a chick. I groaned to myself.

  “You aren’t even trying to get me to stay awake,” Cherry laughed then got up off the couch. “Come on, loverboy. Let’s go eat. You’ll need your strength for round two.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cherry

  Once the endorphin high wore off, nerves filled me and I fidgeted as I ate my reheated dinner. Levan was just as quiet for the past several minutes. He’d tried to start a conversation with me but something was off and it was my fault.

  “Levan?” I murmured.

  “Yes?” He turned hopeful eyes on me.

  “Did I… I mean…” A sigh escaped as I stumbled over my own thoughts. “It’s not normal for me to act like that; and I was wondering, did it bother you?”

  “Yes.” The answer flew from Levan and I bit my lip as my heart broke.

  “I’m sorry.” Lowering my fork to my plate I closed my eyes and waited for Levan to say how shocked he was and how he didn’t want me around the twins.