Page 6 of The Price of My Sins
“Didn’t I tell your ass not to come until I tell you to, Cinnamon?” he said, calling me by the nickname he had given me.
“I… I’m sorry, baby. Your dick just feels so good,” I whimpered as my heart pounded so hard in my chest.
He dug his fingers into my side. His strokes never let up, even after I just released. “You never listen. I’m starting to think you like being punished.” He chuckled, but he was right. I loved the pain mixed with the pleasure he was inflicting on me. “Yeah, you do. This pussy getting wet as fuck… she throbbing.” He grunted as he slammed into me, long and deep. I whimpered because that’s all I could do at this point. I was in such a sexual haze that it felt like I was floating in the clouds and couldn’t come down.
“I’m sorry, baby. It won’t happen again! I… I promise!” I whimpered, feeling his dick tapping at my G-spot.
“No, you ain’t,” he replied through a smirk. “You like pushing my buttons, Olivia. You like taking me there, don’t you?” He slipped his thumb into my asshole, and I tried hard not to let the next orgasm loose that I felt building in the pit of my stomach. Bo knew this position was my weakness. I could never last long, especially when he penetrated both of my holes at the same damn time.
“Baby, plea… please. I can’t take it!” I begged. Sweat had begun to drip from my body, and I started feeling hot. “I need to come!” Bo was on his good ole bullshit—I just knew it. I was supposed to come over yesterday, but I couldn’t. I had forgotten Josh's mother had invited us over for dinner, and there was no way I could pull out of it without him getting in his feelings or starting his shit.
“Tell me why you deserve to come. Especially after you let the last one slip. Fuck!” he grunted when I tightened around hisshaft and threw my ass in a circular motion. “Okay… I see what you're doing. You're trying to make me nut, O?” He grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my head back.
Since the room walls were covered with mirrors, I could see Bo’s every movement. We had been going at it for hours, and my body felt weak, but there was no way I could tap out now.Watching him fucking the shit out of me, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, as he watched himself go in and out of my tunnel, didn’t help the situation. Sweat trickled down his face as his nostrils flared like a raging bull. Licking his lips, I got a glimpse of his tongue ring. I wanted to feel it on my clit so fucking bad!
“Bo!” I moaned, and my stomach quaked as my eyes clenched tightly, and my breathing became labored. I could feel my cream seeping out onto the leather bench beneath me as the scent of our session permitted the air like Sunday dinner.
“Yes, baby. You are taking this dick so well. Good girl,” he praised me.
He spread my ass cheeks and began to pound my pussy like he hated me. The restraints on my hands and feet held me captive. I was unable to move as his relentless strokes never slowed—each one deep, deliberate, and designed to make me forget my own damn name. I slowly lifted my head to look in the mirror in front of me, a gasp escaping my lips. Letting my eyes meet his dark and hungry gaze, I swallowed as he peered deep into my soul.
“Say what you gotta say, O,” he growled, his voice echoing off the concrete like thunder.
I opened my mouth, but my breath stilled in my chest. But before a single word could escape, his hand clamped around the back of my neck roughly. “Nah!” he snapped, leaning in close, heat radiating off him. “Matter of fact, don’t say a mothafuckin’ thing.”
He pulled out of me with an unusual tenderness, the heat of him lingering as he rose and stood before me, eyes dark with a desire that matched my own. My eyes met his dick, hard and standing at attention. I watched as he pulled the condom off, precum leaking from his tip. My mouth watered, ready to taste him. I blinked as a stream of his saliva hit his shaft before he brought his beautiful dick to my lips. Licking my lips, I opened wide and waited for my treat like a kid in the candy store, ready to feed my sweet craving.
“Catch this nu?—”
“Hey, baby. How is Bo doing? I’ve noticed he hasn't been around lately. He seems like a nice young man.” My mother’s voice broke me out of my daydream from when Bo and I slept together for the first time.
“Mama, how do you know he’s a nice man?”
My mother had met Bo a few times from him dropping me off here sometimes. One time, she even invited him inside for dinner. He tried to protest, but my mother wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. I was happy it was a day that my father was working at the shop. I’m a daddy’s girl, and he would’ve had so many questions that I wasn’t ready to answer.
“I just feel it. He has an old soul. I can tell you really like him. And not because he is giving you some dick. Whew, Lord! I bet he’s the talk-you-through-it type of man. Just like your father!” She cackled, fanning herself with the paper plate she had in her hand.
“Mama!” I yelled, clutching my imaginary pearls. I was so embarrassed. “What do you know about that?”
She scuffled and waved me off.“Girl, please. How do you think you got here?” she asked, pausing a beat as if she would let me answer. “Exactly… by fucking! Your father talks me through it every time. Girl, just before you got here, he had me calling for the Lord?—”
“Ma, please! I do not need to hear about you and Daddy getting freaky. That’s just… ugh!” I scrunched up my face and faked a gag, tossing a napkin over my head for dramatic effect. My mom and I typically talk about everything. But that didn’t mean I needed a play-by-play of her and my father’s bedroom Olympics. Some things were better left unspoken.
“Hush, child,” she said, shaking her head like I was the one being ridiculous. She let out that familiar giggle that always came with a side-eye or a “girl, you know better.” She slid a plate in front of me, which contained smothered pork chops, rice, and greens. This was the kind of food that hugged your soul before it hit your stomach, and I was ready to devour it all.
Watching me enjoy the meal, she eased into the seat across from me. “Now… what’s really going on? Not that I’m not happy to see my baby, but I know this look. You got something heavy on your heart.” She didn’t wait for me to answer because she already knew it was true. “Is it Josh?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “Mmhmm. You know I never liked him—always had that sneaky energy. Real snake-in-the-grass type.”
I wish I had known that when we met, back when I was in college and still thinking I had time to figure life out. Josh wasn’t even a student, just a small-time street dude who hung around campus. He associated with a few of the football jocks who bought pills off of him. He had this charm about him, though. That slick kind of talk that made you feel like you were the smartest girl in the room for choosing him.
“I know, Ma,” I said before switching the subject. “What time will Dad be home?”
“He should be on his way. He had a truck come in this afternoon. You know your father. He had to make sure everything was accounted for.” My father owns a mechanic shop. He does some repairs, but not as much now that he is getting up there in age.
“So, sweetheart, when are you going to leave that stripping stuff alone and open up your dance studio? You used to always talk about teaching young youth ballet, and choreography. What happened?”
“It’s not that I gave up on it. It’s just… life got away from me, and a studio takes money I didn’t have.”
She raised a brow, already loading her next line.
