Born To Sin (Born #1)

by A. L. Simpson

  He leaves my nipples and slides his body down mine. The roughness of his jeans rubs at my sensitive skin. His face is now buried in my pussy. His tongue is deep inside, his fingers delving in and out. God it feels good. My fists are clenching the sheets as I climb. He nips at my clit and I shatter. I scream out his name as my body is wracked with wave after wave of sensational orgasm. It’s more intense than anything I have ever felt. He continues sucking, fingering. I can’t believe it when I shatter again. My super sensitive pussy cannot take any more. I push on his head.

  “Hamish, please. No more. I can’t handle any more. I need a break, please.”

  He sits back on his heels and licks his lips. My cum glistens on his chin. He wipes it with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. “Mmmm, sweet, musky.”

  I don’t take my eyes from him as he stands. His t-shirt is first to find the floor. He grins at me as he unbuttons his jeans and slides down the zipper. He sits on the bed and takes off his boots and socks. Standing again, his jeans are slid down his long legs and thrown onto the floor. I gasp at the size of him. He’s long and thick. Fucking huge.

  I sit up and reach out. He moves closer. My hand wraps around him. He’s as hard as steel, his skin as soft as silk. I start working my hand over his length. A droplet of pre cum appears and I use it to lubricate. My thumb massages his slit and he groans. His hips gyrate toward me and he slides his cock through my hand. His head is back, his lips slightly parted, eyes closed. Then, he grabs my hand and moves away. My look of alarm must have been obvious.

  “Darlin’, I need a condom because if I don’t get into your sweet pussy, you’re gonna wear a load.”

  He slides a condom over his length with practiced expertise. Climbs between my legs and lines his cock up at my entrance. I gasp as he slams into me. I have some discomfort as he stretches me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. Hamish stops.

  “Are you okay? Slow and sweet?”

  “Fuck me. Hard and fucking fast.” I grab his ass and wrench him against me. He draws his cock out to the tip and slams back inside me. It’s fucking amazing. I feel my body responding. My hips move up and down like a see saw as I urge him to push deeper. I want him to climb inside me. I claw at his back and his delectable ass. Then, I shatter again. I see fucking stars. The feeling is so intense but he doesn’t let up. I don’t know if I come once or three or four times. I don’t want it to end. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight as he pounds into me harder and harder.

  “Fuck, I’m coming.”

  Hamish almost squeezes the breath from my body and I feel his load empty into his condom. Our huffing and puffing finally quiets and he stills. It’s me who has been screwed stupid and I can’t believe, after all that, I want more. I worry, will I ever get enough of this man? So much for one fuck and he’ll be out of my system. What the fuck am I gonna do? What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

  Chapter Fifteen

  HAMISH

  I get off the bed and pad to the adjoining bathroom where I dispose of my condom. I glare at my face in the mirror. “What the fuck just happened?” It normally takes me at least twenty minutes to unload. The woman gave me a raging hard on I couldn’t control and it took me less than ten minutes to empty the contents of my balls into the condom. I damn near blew my fucking head off.

  I drag my fingers through my hair and try to make sense of what this woman is doing to me. To my body. My dick stands to attention and thickens as I think about round two. It pisses me off that Blossom, a fucking stranger, can elicit this response from my body.

  “Are you okay in there?”

  “Yeah.” I splash cold water on my face and pat it dry before going back to the bedroom. She’s sprawled out on the bed in all her naked glory. She has a body to die for. Plump round tits, a little more than a handful. She dips in at the waist and rounds out at the hips. Her ass? There are no words to describe what perfection that is. Her long legs are spread and cum glistens on her folds. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous and I want more. Much more.

  I sheath my cock, my hard on has returned. I can’t believe I’m ready again. Normally one fuck and I’m gone. I’m not ready to leave Blossom yet. I don’t want to. I crawl onto the bed and knee her legs apart wider. As my hands pinch and twist at her nipples, my tongue delves inside her inner sanctum.

  That taste, sweet, musky. I can’t get enough. I lap at her like a starving kitten laps at a saucer of milk. I nip at her clit and she sails over the edge. More of her juices flood my mouth. My dick pulses, it wants relief and, wants it now.

  I sit back and flip her onto her stomach, then pull her onto all fours. Spreading her globes, I get a view of her very pretty, rosy ring. “Do you have lube?”

  She gazes back at me over her shoulder. “Bedside table.”

  I move over, open the drawer and retrieve the large tube. It’s almost half gone. I notice a couple of vibrators. I’m guessing she enjoys herself of a night. Or, maybe morning and night. I grin to myself as I squeeze lube onto my fingers, close the lid and place it back in the drawer. I press my fingers against her tight ring of muscle and she clenches her ass.

  “Hamish, I… I’ve never been fucked there.”

  She sounds nervous and her voice wavers. I stroke her back. “Relax, babe. You’ll enjoy it, I promise. If it gets too much, I’ll stop.”

  “I’m not sure.”

  She peers over her shoulder at me and I can see the slight fear in her gorgeous grey eyes.

  “Trust me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”

  “You’ll stop if I ask you too?”

  “I promise. I may be a bastard and all kinds of mean but, I never break a promise.”

  “Okay.”

  She turns back around. Her small hands fist the sheets. She is trembling ever so slightly. I wouldn’t normally be interested in fucking a woman’s ass but I want to claim every part of this body. Why? Fuck knows.

  My fingers caress the ring of muscle and I run my free hand over her back in a soothing motion. She begins to relax. I slide one finger inside and she tenses for a second before relaxing again. The same thing happens when two enter. I delve deeper and Blossom starts to push against me. I take my free hand and slide inside her folds where I latch onto her clit. I know she’s being bombarded with sensation and before long, she falls over the edge. Her body trembles as the orgasm lingers. I know when she’s done as her back relaxes.

  While she has the feeling of euphoria, I line the head of my cock up at her ass. I push in slowly, playing with her clit to take her mind off what is happening. I know from experience she will feel a burning sensation but then it will be wonderful.

  She’s tense, groaning as I ease in inch by inch. I’m buried up to the hilt and stay still to allow her to adjust. “How do you feel?”

  “It was burning but now it feels okay. Good actually.”

  I start to move, gently at first. She pushes into me and rocks her hips faster. I almost collapse when she reaches one long arm underneath and captures my balls. She massages, kneads. Fuck, it feels good. My fingers increase their pressure against her clit and juices flood her pussy. She’s close.

  Flashes of light dot my closed eyes and I unload again. I take her with me. She screams, I roar. I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven. Why did I not know this was what fucking was supposed to be like?

  I pull out and roll onto my back beside her. She’s collapsed onto her stomach. We’re both breathing hard.

  “Fuck that was good.”

  “Mmmm.”

  I lie there for what seems like ages before padding off to the bathroom and getting rid of the condom. When I return to the bedroom, Blossom has turned onto her back and she watches me. Her eyes are smoky, sexy. Like the rest of her.

  “I guess this is where you leave now?”

  I drag my fingers through my hair and sit on the side of the bed. My thoughts are in fucking turmoil. “Normally I would but, I’d like to stay.”

  “I thought you said,
you never stay. If I remember you were quite adamant about it.”

  “I’ve changed my mind. I’m making allowances for you.”

  “Don’t stay on my account. If it’s what you want, then it’s fine.”

  Her lips are turned up, her smile smug. She knows she’s got me by the short and curlys. She suspects I want her real bad. I tell myself, one night and I’ll be done. “I want to.” My voice is quiet. I’m resigned to the fact I can’t bring myself to leave. Not yet. “I have to make a call though.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll go and make us a coffee. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

  ***

  “Wade.”

  “How’s it going over there?”

  “Good. Too good to leave actually.”

  “That’s not like you. You’re Mr. Fuck ’em and leave ’em. What’s going on?”

  “I haven’t got a fucking clue but I have had two sessions of mind blowing sex and I want to stay. I want more.”

  “As long as you’re sure. It is the boss that you’re screwing.”

  “I know. I’ve tried telling myself that but my body isn’t listening.”

  “Well, being the best chef in the city means you’ll have no trouble getting another job. Go for it. Steve’s in bed asleep. I can get him ready for school.”

  “No. I’ll be home in time to see him off to school. Thanks.”

  “Any time. I’d say you owe me but I know you won’t pay up.”

  We’re laughing as I hang up.

  “What’s so funny?”

  Blossom is standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. I can see a coffee pot, two mugs, cream and sugar along with a plate of cookies. My belly grumbles. I had dinner with Steve so I have no idea why I’m hungry. Maybe it’s the exercise.

  She places the tray on the bedside table and we sit on the bed. I watch as she pours.

  “Cream and sugar?”

  “Black, thanks.” She hands the mug of steaming black liquid to me and I take a sip.

  “Who were you speaking to? What was the call about?”

  I tilt my head and look at her. I don’t share my life with anyone except Wade. It’s taken me almost ten years to open up to him and now this woman is asking questions about my personal life. The really irritating thing is, I want to tell her. I want her to know. What the fuck is going on with me? Have I stepped into an alternate universe where I have feelings for a woman and want to share? “It was Wade.”

  Her eyebrows crease together in a frown. “Are you two an item?”

  I spit my coffee down my chest.

  Blossom rushes to the bathroom and comes back with a wash rag. She dabs at the liquid before sitting back down.

  “No, we are not an item. Wade is a very close friend who has helped me through some pretty bad times. He’s babysitting for me and I needed to let him know I wouldn’t be home until the morning.”

  “Babysitting?”

  “I have a son. Steven. We call him Steve.”

  “Oh. How old is he?”

  “Seven. He’ll be eight in a few months.”

  “Where’s his mother?”

  “Dead. Drug overdose. He lived with her but when she died, he had no-one except me.”

  “I’m glad he has you.”

  “Why? I’m a ’hood kid. I’ve stolen, cheated, been charged with assault and slept with married women. Great example of a father.”

  “You’re not like that now. Do you still live in the neighborhood?”

  “No. When his mother died I moved to a nice apartment a few blocks from here. He’s in a good school now. I only stayed down there to keep an eye on him, make sure he was safe.”

  “Why didn’t you take him away from his mother?”

  “She wouldn’t have let me and I didn’t want trouble. I knew it was only a matter of time before she overdosed. They always do.”

  “Is that why you took time off work?”

  “Yep.”

  “Was your mother addicted to drugs?”

  “No. She was an alcoholic and dad was a drug dealer as well as an alcoholic. Selling drugs paid for their alcohol addiction. They spent most of their time sleeping which was good.”

  “Why?”

  “I was their punching bag when they were awake. I was the one who got blamed when they ran out of alcohol.”

  “How old were you?”

  “I left home at thirteen when they wanted to sell me as a fuck toy for other men.” Blossom inhales at my statement. I turn and see tears welling in her eyes. I have no fucking idea why I’m telling her this but it feels right.

  “Where did you live?”

  “On the streets. I educated myself, got into chef school and Wade took me under his wing. The rest is history. I’m not gonna let Steve have that sort of life.”

  “Would you have let him stay with his mother if she hadn’t died?”

  “I don’t know. Steve wanted to live with me and I would probably have tried to get him out of there. It doesn’t matter now. She’s dead and the kid is happy.”

  “You’re a good man, Hamish, despite the façade.”

  “I’m trying to be. Wade is teaching me I can trust people and he’s trying to convince me I’m a good enough person.”

  “Of course you’re good. I suspect you’re a damn good man when you lower the walls.”

  “Whatever. When you spend most of your life being told you’ll never amount to anything and you’ll never be good enough for anyone decent, it’s hard to get past.”

  She puts her hand over me and gives me a smile that thaws my heart. “I’m decent and I’d be more than happy to have a relationship with you.”

  I open my mouth to speak but she places her fingers over my lips.

  “I know you don’t do relationships but I would like to see you. Nothing too serious and if it gets too much for you, you can walk away.”

  I’m starting to like this woman. She doesn’t pressure me. Maybe she does but it doesn’t feel like she is. It would be nice to explore this a little more. “No strings attached? As soon as I get tired of you, I can walk away? No screaming or tantrums?”

  She lays her hand over mine and my nerve endings sizzle. My cock jumps to attention. Again. It’s like a fucking rocket ready for takeoff.

  “I promise. When you’re ready to walk away, I’ll let you but, you have to be willing to let me go if I need to. It works both ways.”

  “No problem. I’m not the relationship type so I’ll have no problem if you want out.” I’m confident I won’t have a problem with her leaving. In the meantime, the sex will be amazing. “What about work colleagues?”

  “I don’t care what they say or think, do you?”

  “No, but I don’t want them ragging on you behind your back. I’d hate for you to lose their respect.”

  “We won’t make it public but if it comes out, we’ll deal with any negatives then. Wade knows?”

  “Yes. I don’t keep much from him.”

  “That’s fine.”

  She takes the empty coffee mug from my hands and places it on the tray beside hers. Her eyes smolder with want.

  “Get on the bed. On your back. It’s my turn.”

  I hesitate. I’m not used to a woman telling me what to do. I’m usually the one that issues the orders. Sometimes I wonder if I missed my calling and should have entered the military.

  “Even a relationship of convenience won’t work if there’s no give and take.”

  She’s right. I nod and crawl onto the bed. I feel exposed. Not naked exposed, mentally exposed. This woman is getting under my skin. Fast. She pushes my legs wide and crawls up the bed. When I lower my hands to caress her, she glares at me. I put them under my head. Kisses and nips pepper my legs as she slowly works her way up first one leg, then the other. My dick is starting to ache and wants to be fondled.

  I can’t believe it when she slides right on past and sucks on my nipple. Her fingers caress my chest and follow the patterns of my tattoos. She raises her head
and looks at me.

  “Your body is superb, perfection.”

  My nipples are laved, sucked and nipped. First one then the other. I’m about ready to jump out of my skin when she flattens herself on me and captures my lips. My hands fly out from behind my head and tangle in her silky soft hair as I attempt to devour her.

  Blossom pushes away and starts her journey down south. My body is screaming at me. My hips are thrusting upward. My mind is totally confused. I am experiencing so many unfamiliar feelings; I really don’t know my own fucking ass from a hole in the ground at the moment.

  She lowers her head even further and those perfectly pouty lips wrap around my cock. Her tongue caresses my slit as she slides her mouth over my length. Her hand cups my balls. I can barely breathe. She’s fucking everywhere. It’s like she’s a fucking octopus. Her hands are on my chest, pinching at my nipples, then on my balls, then wrapped around the base of my cock. It’s all too much.

  “I’m gonna come everywhere so I suggest you move away.”

  She stays put with my cock a prisoner in her mouth. I can barely hold on.

  “Blossom. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  She fucking increases the tempo, the suction and fondles my rock hard balls. Well, I gave her fair warning. I fly apart and ribbon after ribbon of cum projects from me. Shivers and tremors wrack my body as she sucks on me relentlessly.

  “Fuckin’ hell, woman. No more, no more.” I’m climbing the walls as wave after wave of orgasm hits me. She doesn’t listen and before I can understand what is happening, more cum erupts from me. Okay, that’s new. I didn’t even know I could come twice in such a short space of time. I writhe on the bed. My hands are tangled in her hair. My feet are pushing on the mattress. Yep. I’m dead. I’m in fucking sex heaven.

  Blossom raises her head and smiles at me. Cum drips from her chin. She slides up my body and into my arms. I can’t speak. Shit, I can barely breathe. I wrap my arms around her and attempt to recover. Fucking this woman is gonna be the best experience of my life. At this point in time, I’ve got no intentions of going anywhere and she can be as clingy as she likes.