A TASTE OF SIN

CHAPTER TWO

I cried myself to sleep that evening!

Feeling all my emotions crashing in at the same time, I questioned and hated myself for getting lost in the unrealistic fantasy that my mum's best friend, Luke, could fulfil those dirty desires that I have been breeding inside me. Then came the knock on my door, and I jumped off my bed, feeling my heart right in my throat. My mind raced with fear, anticipation, and panic. Part of me wanted to hide, to cover myself with the sheets and make myself disappear. But the sound of the knock repeated, I just knew there was no escape.

I slowly rose from the bed, my legs trembling, and opened the door just enough to peek through. There he was. My chest tightened. For a moment, all I could do was stare. I stood frozen by the sight of him. His presence filled the doorway, confident and commanding. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were glued to him, helpless in the pull of his energy. Ten seconds passed, my thoughts scattered like ashes in the wind, and I realized with a sinking feeling that he was going to be the end of me.

“Yvonne? We need to talk,” he said, his voice calm but firm, pulling me out of my panic-induced trance. My stomach twisted. My brain screamed at me to run, to escape the intensity of his gaze, yet I remained rooted, trapped by my own curiosity and fear. I was terrified of what he might say, worried he might scold me or worse, tell my mother about my reckless thoughts and nasty attitude.

He walked past me with measured steps and sat on the edge of my bed, patting the space beside him. My mind froze again. Did he… want me to sit?

I was in shock and hesitated a bit, then I walked slowly towards him, wanting to sit on the other side of the bed, but he held my right hand and pulled me towards him, then he made me sit on his lap!.

My breath hitched, and I gasped in shock. Then he told me to turn around so I could straddle him. I hesitated only for a split second as my body started reacting before my brain could fully process his words.

Slipping his big, firm hands inside my tee shirt, he used his fingers to trace lines all over my back, sending electric signals through my body and making me melt into his touch.

"You've been such a naughty young lady, and I know you've been wanting a taste of my c**k pumpkin". Oh, the way he liked to call me names. My breath hitched as my eyes flew open, searching his face for any hint of denial. "It's written all over you. I didn't mean to yell earlier, he spoke softly while his hands kept tracing my body till he found it's way to my panties

and rubbed the thin layer of material covering my cunt. Then he growled..."f**k sweetheart so wet for me already," he said while rubbing and playing with the fabric of my panties since I was already so wet that I soaked myself, and I could feel my juices dripping into his thigh as he teased me.

His deep voice, warm and lazy against my ear, telling me to behave or he would f**k the s**t out of me, and there would be no going back after.

I moaned at his words beside my ear

So he wanted this to? I thought to myself, and I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth on his thigh. I felt him harden against me, then a small moan escaped my lips. And that did it!.

He moved my panties to the side and slipped two fingers into my p***y, but it was still sealed shut. Then he pulled his fingers out and used his free hand to lift my chin so I could meet his gaze. "Will you let me f**k your virgin p***y, baby?" He asked, his voice low and tempting against my ear, and all I could offer in response was a slight nod.

He held my hips, keeping me in place, then he pushed one finger all the way in, and I screamed as my hands wrapped around his neck. Then he started moving with slow thrusts, going in and out of my hole and stretching me out with his finger, while rubbing my waist gently with his free hand till I got comfortable, then

I rocked his hand, desperate for more friction.

"You're so tight," he murmured. "And so f*****g wet."

I nodded, too aroused to speak. He pumped his finger slowly at first, then he picked up speed. The pattern had me moaning so loud I couldn't even recognize my own voice.

Then he added a second finger, and I cried out. He curled them inside me, stroking my sweet spot as he owned it. My hips pushed up as pleasure rushed through me. "There," I panted. "Just like that." He continued ministrations, his fingers moving with glorious speed. The sound of my wetness filled the room as he finger f****d my p***y hard and fast. I could feel my muscles tensing.

Suddenly, the urge to grab his shaft and make him f**k me became overwhelming. "Fuckkk," I gasped. "I need...I need..." He stared at me. "What do you need?" He sounded out of breath himself. "Dildo," I managed to get out. "I need more."

He looked surprised, and that tiny smirk grew on his face again. "Not yet, you'd have to be a good girl first. "Then I'll watch you make yourself c*m undone for me."

His words built anticipation in my stomach. I was already thinking about putting on a little show for him and watching him lose control.

"s**t," I gasped. Look how f*****g wet you've made me." He looked down at where his fingers were buried deep inside my cunt, and I could see his eyes darken with lust.