Sinful Intent

by Chelle Bliss

  She jumped, pressing her ass into my face. She pressed harder against my mouth as I pushed the tip of my tongue into her, penetrating her ass. I moved my hand to her entrance and inserted a finger after a few up and down strokes, and I moved two fingers inside her. Her ass was slick with saliva as I nudged a finger against the tightness.

  She jumped again, yelping softly. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh, baby. It won’t hurt. It’s only a finger. Relax.”

  A moment later, as I fingered her pussy, she relaxed and pressed back, allowing my finger to enter her asshole. Slowly, I moved them in rhythm, with one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, all while nibbling on her ass cheeks.

  She started to gyrate her hips in unison with my hand as I gently pressed a second finger into her ass. She paused, adjusting to the added digit before she started to move back and forth with increased speed.

  Just as I felt her approaching orgasm, I removed my fingers.

  She peered over her shoulder, glaring at me. “I was about to come!”

  “Not like this, princess. I need to be inside you,” I said with a grin on my face as I stood. “Lie on the bed.”

  She walked to the bed as I made my way to my dresser. I opened the drawer and removed the restraints. I needed her to keep still for what I had planned for her. I’d claimed most of her body, along with her soul, but I needed to know she was mine and always would be.

  “What do you think you are going to do with those?” she asked with wide eyes.

  I sat down, brushing my hands against her cheek. “Do you trust me, love?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you believe I won’t hurt you?” I swallowed hard, silently praying that she’d say yes.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “I want to tie you up so you can’t squirm away from the mind-bending orgasm I am about to give to you,” I said, knowing that once I had her tied down, her ass was mine for the taking. “Is that okay with you?”

  She nodded, lying back. “Yes.”

  “Never. I’ll never hurt you,” I promised, moving to the right side of the bed. Holding one strap in my hand, I tossed the others on the bed.

  “I know you wouldn’t.”

  I leaned over, whispering in her ear as I placed her hand in the loop. “I promise to bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever had in your life. Have you ever been tied up or restrained sexually before?” I asked as I tightened the rope around both of her wrists.

  “No. Never trusted a man enough to let him. I won’t lie, though—I used to fantasize about it.” Her cheeks turned pink as she bit her lip.

  “I’ll be gentle, and I won’t hurt you.” I attached the rope to the headboard, both hands together over her head, and moved toward her foot before taking it in my hand.

  She pulled her foot from my grasp, holding it in the air. “You’re not going to leave me here tied up or some shit, are you? ’Cause I swear to God, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

  Tough-girl Race was sexy as fuck. “I just don’t want you wiggling your sweet ass away from me,” I said.

  After I’d restrained her, I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. There she was, spread-eagle and all mine to do with as I wished.

  I took one of my pillows and slid it under her ass, elevating her for easier access. I dropped my jeans to the floor and crawled onto the bed, positioning my dick in front of her face.

  “Open,” I said as I pressed the tip to her lips.

  She obliged, opening wide and taking every inch as her eyes stared into mine.

  I liked her like this, totally at my mercy. Maybe it was her strong personality, her need to be in control, or her smart mouth, but having her completely under my control gave me a euphoric feeling that I couldn’t get enough of, and I prayed that it would never go away.

  As her tongue stroked my cock, I turned, touching her nipple. It instantly hardened under my touch. Moving my hand down her belly, I brushed my fingertips along her skin until I reached her slickness. Just as she was starting to grind her mound against my hand, I pulled my hand back and landed a gentle smack to her pussy.

  “Argh,” she muttered with wide eyes, my cock filling her mouth, muffling her words.

  “Never had your pussy spanked before?” I asked.

  She shook her head, opening her mouth and letting my dick fall from her lips.

  “No?” I asked as I lightly smacked it again.

  She yelped, her body rising from the bed.

  “You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked, watching her body flush.

  “Yes,” she mumbled, relaxing back into the bed.

  I crawled down her body and settled between her legs, taking in her beauty. I increased my pace and the pressure of each tap as her body arched up, meeting my hand with every smack.

  “Yes!” she screamed as she panted.

  I needed to feel her from the inside again. Pressing two fingers into her wet pussy, I slowly moved them in and out. She was close, closer than she was before, as I felt her pussy clench around my fingers.

  Leaning forward, I sucked her clit into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue. She pulled at the restraints, trying to get closer. Damn, she tasted so fucking good. I could’ve eaten her pussy all day, but that wasn’t part of my plan.

  I wanted the one thing no man had ever had from her before. Nothing, not even the sweetness of her on my tongue, would cause me to lose focus.

  As her body started to shudder and her head tossed from side to side, I quickened my pace.

  Her hips arched off the pillow as her pants grew louder and her insides began to contract. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Morgan, fuck me with your fingers!” she screamed.

  Removing my mouth, I spanked her pussy and fingered her as she came. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Feel me deep inside you,” I murmured, forcing my fingers deeper as I pushed on her G-spot.

  Liquid gushed from her pussy as she writhed. “Oh my God!” she wailed as her breathing faltered. She gasped for air. “What the hell was that?” she asked as she tried to pull a breath in.

  I kept my fingers inside until her muscles stilled. “You squirted,” I replied, completely shocked. I’d never in my life experienced something so…so spectacular. It was a complete turn-on.

  I’d heard of women squirting, but I had never experienced it firsthand.

  “Oh. My. God. I have never done that before,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

  My cock was about to break off as I sat there, letting her catch her breath and come down from her high. Leaning forward, I drew her wetness into my mouth.

  “Delicious.”

  If I didn’t come, I was afraid my balls would be permanently blue. I moved between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock on her entrance, and then pushed it in to the hilt. She was so fucking wet that I almost lost it.

  I stilled before I pulled back and slammed myself deeper. I thrust into her, each stroke a little harder as she arched her back to accommodate my length.

  “Jesus, you’re so tight,” I whispered. Her pussy hadn’t relaxed yet, still tense from the orgasm that had gripped her body moments ago.

  “Fuck me, Morgan. Fuck me hard!” Her body met my thrusts. “I love how your cock fills me,” she murmured before I kissed her lips, silencing her.

  Doing as she’d asked, I crashed into her—over and over until she came again. But even though my plan was to take her in the one way she hadn’t been taken, I couldn’t resist. The feel of her pussy milking my cock drove me over the edge and had me grunting through the pleasure that racked my body.

  My legs trembled, every hair on my body stood up at attention, and my breathing stopped completely. As I spilled into her, my vision blurred and tiny sparks burst behind my closed eyes. I tried to hold myself up, not wanting to crush her under my weight. As my arms shook from the pressure, I rode the last wave of the orgasm that I hadn’t been able to stop from happening.

  “Fuck,” I muttered as I rolled to her side, trying to get air i
n my lungs.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, her panting matching mine.

  “That’s not how I wanted that to go,” I said, wiping the sweat from my brow.

  Her body shook as she giggled. “I think it turned out pretty well for both of us.”

  “Says the woman who squirted all over the bed,” I said as I sat up and untied her feet.

  “Sometimes we get what we need and not what we plan. You taught me that, Morgan.”

  “Oh, I need that,” I said as I reached over and stroked the side of her ass. “Turn over,” I commanded, giving her thigh a quick slap.

  “I don’t think I could come again,” she whined. “Plus, I still have this,” she said as she wiggled her arms in the restraints above her head.

  I unfastened her ankles, rubbing the red marks left behind by the ropes. “That’s not a problem,” I said as I flipped her onto her belly.

  “Well, fuck,” she blurted, pulling on the single restraint that held her hands. “But I—”

  “You will,” I said. “I’m going to give you so many orgasms that you’ll never want to leave me.”

  “I’ll die if you give me another,” she mumbled into the pillow, burying her face in the material.

  “Baby, it’s the only way to go.” I ran my hands along her ass cheeks.

  She looked at me over her shoulder. “Morgan?”

  “Yeah, princess?”

  “I’m never leaving you, orgasms or not. You don’t have to do this,” she whispered as she glanced at her ass.

  I squeezed the cheeks in my hands, feeling their softness. “But I do. I won’t feel like you’re mine unless I have every inch of your body.”

  “Just this once,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ll like it.”

  “I’m going to give you an orgasm so intense I’m going to have to perform CPR on you when I’m done.” I was going to do everything in my power to make her heart stop from bliss.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered. “Take me.”

  I stroked my shaft, making myself hard again as I kissed the silky skin of her back. I took her gentler than I ever had before, letting her adjust to the intrusion and get used to the feeling of my hardness in her ass. It didn’t take long before her tiny moans grew, turning into screams of pleasure.

  I’d like to say that I lasted long, bringing her over the brink time and time again. But taking Race in this way, claiming all of her, had me spiraling out of control and getting lost sooner than I wanted.

  “Mine,” I murmured against her back as I came.

  I realized that the only thing that mattered to me was her. Having her with me each night, spending my days with her, and making love to her made my life feel complete.

  Race had softened me as much as I had her. She made me want to be a better version of myself. No longer needing to protect the soldiers of my past, I made her safety and happiness my priorities.

  I loved her.

  She completed me.

  I fuckin’ hated that line from the cheeseball movie she’d made me watch last night, but in that moment I understood it.

  In all honesty, I hadn’t saved Race True. She’d saved me. Giving me a life full of love and everything I’d always needed but never knew I’d wanted.

  I was nothing without her.

  Epilogue

  Race

  Today, I said the words, “I do.”

  Calm cascaded over me as I uttered the words, a peace I’d never known in my entire life.

  I hadn’t imagined they would be so easy to say, but they slipped from my lips like I’d always been meant to say them.

  Morgan DeLuca was mine as much as I was his. He wasn’t a selfish man, not the prick I’d thought he was when I met him a year ago.

  At first, I’d wanted him for his looks, but when I’d really gotten to know the man, understood what made him tick, I hadn’t been able to resist the pull he had over me.

  How could I say no to a man who had rescued me twice? I loved him more than anyone, and I would be forever in his debt for everything he’d done to make me whole again.

  His kindness and patience helped me get through the darkest days, and he still walks the journey with me now when I wake up screaming in the middle of the night.

  “We did it,” he said as we entered the church bridal room hand in hand.

  “We did,” I said, looking at my husband and smiling.

  My husband.

  It sounded foreign and perfect at the same time.

  “Mrs. DeLuca,” he whispered as he drew me against his body.

  “Husband,” I murmured against his lips.

  “Look at them. Think they’ll make me a grandbaby tonight?” Fran asked as she walked into the tiny bridal room, interrupting our kiss.

  I could feel the pink creep across my face as she spoke with Mrs. Gallo.

  “If you’re lucky, Franny. If you’re lucky,” Maria told Fran.

  Morgan released my lips, turning us to face them. “Ma, seriously. What’s the rush?” he asked as he shook his head, pulling me tighter against his side.

  “I’m not getting any younger,” Fran complained as she tapped her foot. “Just one.”

  “One too many,” Morgan said, glancing down at me. “You want a baby right now, princess?” he asked, begging me to say no.

  “Whatever Fran wants,” I replied, giving him a gigantic smile.

  “Suck-up,” he whispered in my ear.

  “That’s my girl,” Fran said, coming toward me. “Call me Ma.”

  “Ma,” I whispered as my insides warmed.

  “Just give her what she wants,” Mike said as he entered the room. “Ma never shut up about it until Joe and Suzy got pregnant. Trust me,” he added as he placed his arm on Morgan’s shoulder. “Takes so much heat off you. It’s amazing. Totally worth it.”

  “Says the man who won’t change a diaper.”

  “I’m not crazy, woman,” Mike replied, giving me a wink.

  “Let’s leave the kids alone so they can start on the baby as soon as possible,” Fran said to everyone, trying to corral them out of the room.

  “Ma, it’s a church, for Christ’s sake.”

  “Coming from your heathen ass, that’s rich, Morgan.”

  “Mrs. DeLuca, let me escort you out and let the kids have a few moments,” Johnny said as he grabbed Fran’s hand and looped it into the crook of his arm.

  Fran stared up at Johnny. “Anywhere you want to go, handsome.”

  Johnny took Fran out the door. He winked at me before leaving us alone.

  “Don’t egg her on, Race,” Morgan pleaded with me, putting both arms around my back and smashing me against his chest.

  “It’s nice to have a mother, Morgan. You should be a little nicer to her sometimes.”

  “Babe, I’m as sweet as I can be with her. You give her an inch and she takes a mile.”

  “Did you see that?” I asked.

  “What?” he asked, looking around the room.

  “I think we have a new love connection.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Who?”

  “Your ma and Johnny.”

  “She needs someone in her life,” Morgan said, surprising me at his coolness over the situation. “Maybe she’ll forget about the babies.”

  “Speaking of babies,” I said as I cupped his cock in my hands. “Wanna practice?”

  “Let’s start right now. No time like the present, wife.”

  “It’s a church, husband. We can’t do that here.”

  He kissed me, nipping at my lip. “You’re the one holding my balls. I think you already crossed the line. We’re already going to hell. Best to make sure we have a little fun along the way.”

  I chuckled, letting his mouth travel down my neck and settle near my collarbone. When I’d picked the dress out, it seemed like a good idea to have a high neckline to hide my scars, but as I stood there with his mouth traveling across my skin, I regretted my decision.

  “I’ll follow you anywhere,”
I whispered, tangling my hands in his hair.

  “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured against my skin.

  “Till death do us part,” I said, reaching out and locking the door. “I’m yours forever.”

  “Mine,” he grunted as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the couch in the corner.

  “We’re definitely going to hell,” I murmured as he lifted the hem of my dress before undoing the zipper on his tux pants.

  “As long as we’ll be together.”

  My husband.

  My love.

  My savior.

  My family.

  My everything.

  The end is only our beginning.

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  “Fuck, baby,” she said, reaching out for me. “Where ya running off to?”

  I grabbed my jeans off the floor. “This was a mistake, Jeanine,” I said without looking at her.

  She reached out and tried to pull me back toward the bed. “Come on. You know you want more,” she said as she knelt with her legs spread, giving me a full view of everything I’d already sampled.

  “It was nothing more than a moment of weakness.” I shook my head, pulling out of her grip. “It won’t happen again.”

  “You’re a real asshole, Frisco.”

  “Babe, you knew exactly what last night was,” I said as I slid my leg into my jeans. “Don’t act like you’re crushed.”

  She glared at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “But I thought—”

  I put my hand up, stopping her from finishing the statement. “That’s the problem. You didn’t bother to listen.”

  Her nostrils flared as she flung virtual daggers at me with her eyes. “You said you wanted me.”

  “Yeah, I wanted to fuck you. Nothing more. We’ve been over for a long time.” I pulled on my T-shirt, smoothing the wrinkles out from having been tossed to the floor. “Face reality, Jeanine. You’ll never be more than a fuck to me. You made sure of it when you fucked your trainer.”

  The one thing I could never forgive was infidelity. She thought her pussy was so damn good that I’d forget about her offering it up to someone other than me. When I make a commitment to someone, I fully expect the other person to follow the same rules. Jeanine didn’t feel the same way.