The Sinner

Chapter 3

AMY

He was not done with me? What does he mean by he was not done with me? I did not think he was going to f*ck me in the restroom, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer.

Totally anything.

He carried me down from the wash station like I was weightless.

“Turn around for me and bend over,” he demanded.

I ambled over to the wash station to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready to have this man inside me. My honey pot was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen c**t gently, teasing my labia, and I shuddered from the small touch.

“I need you. I need you inside me.”

I heard his zipper coming off and he slapped my breasts. Both of them jiggled slightly at the force and a paint hue of pink coated them.

“You would take whatever I give to you, how I choose to give it to you, understand?”

I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his d**k and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetness and teasing me wantonly until my legs felt weak from the torture.

“How bad do you want me inside you?” He asked.

“Pete, please,” I begged.

He gripped my hair, pulled my head up until I was resting on his shoulders, my torso perfectly arched and smacked my butt.

“For you, I go by daddy. Understand?” He growled in my ear, two fingers on my c**t. And I could have had an orgasm right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone.

“Yes Daddy,” I breathed. “Please...please f*ck me, daddy. F*ck me already.”

His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage, and I screamed at the sudden fullness. “Oh my god.”

“Take it like the good girl that you are,” he grunted as he started to move inside me. His grip on my hair had not loosened and his assault on my sensitive bud had not relented, as he f*cked me too hard.

“Your p***y is so tight and sweet,” He bit down my neck.

I tried to stay silent as he f*cked me, yet groans escaped me at the feeling of his c**k inside me.

“Please, D... daddy.” My whimper ended in a moan. I could not yet decide if I hated his rough thrusts and how he took me or if I enjoyed it.

“What is it?” he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. My whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside me.

“Please, take it easy on me.”

Slapping my butt with both hands, he kept me in place as he pumped into me with great speed. “You do not get to decide that. Take whatever I give you.”

The damp air was thick with sweat from my arousal and I held onto the sink of the wash station. My insides were about to burst from the heightening sensations.

Pete found my c**t and pinched it so hard that I yelled out the fresh pain, and my body tensed for a second.

“You are not allowed to c*m. Not yet.”

“B... but I need to,” still going to and fro from his pounding. I whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind.

He smacked my butt. “All you need to do is to follow my orders.” Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Be a good girl, Amy.”

He wrecked my p***y as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over my butt cheeks until the last drop.

He finally released my ass and dragged up his pants. Our labored breathing filled the restroom while I basked in the excitement of the just concluded session.

“As long as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The donations would have ended by now.” he threw me out of my thoughts.

Oh s**t! I had almost forgotten about the party and my father.

“Right, I almost forgot,” I responded, none of us making an effort to move as we just gazed at each other. Should I kiss him? To engage him in another mind-blowing session. This time with me doing the giving. My eyes glanced at his pants and saw the bulge still prominent.

When I wanted to make a move on him, Pete turned and adjusted his pants. He smirked down at me through the mirror like he had known what I was about to do and had succeeded in foiling my plans. I gave him an innocent smile.

“You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Amy,” he said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him.

I stared after him, and after a beat, I slipped on my clothes. My ponytail had loosened, and I had forgotten to bring my purse along with me when I rushed into the bathroom. It would have helped with an extra hairband and makeup to retouch my look.

Well, maybe I have to improvise.

I washed the smeared makeup off my face and raked my fingers through my mid-length waves. Nodding at my reflection in the mirror, I strutted out of the restroom.

True to his word, the donation had ended. Father was not in the hall or the hallway, and neither was Pete. I found my way to the parking lot and located my father's car. He sat in the driver's seat, worry etched on his face.

“Is everything alright, Amy?” He asked as soon as I slipped into the car.

I kissed his cheek. “Yes, Papa. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a little bit of an emergency. Did you see my purse?”

I asked, switching the topic.

“Yes, back seat,” he replied as he turned on the ignition. “Would you like us to stop at the med store? Pick up some little things for the emergency?” He asked.

“No, father, I’ll be fine,” I leaned on the window, looking at the dark sky. “I just need a good night's sleep,” I added, my mind running with thoughts of Pete Stones and how to see him again.