Saint & Sinner: A Second Chance Romance

by Georgia Le Carre

  “How was that, Willow?” he asked.

  I wanted to bite him, to cause him some sort of pain because of how raw he had just made me. “You’re dangerous.”

  He laughed and crushed his lips to mine. The smoky-sweet taste of my sex still lingered on his tongue.

  “Hmm,” a deep moan flowed out of me as I kissed him back. Reluctantly, I let him pull away.

  He looked at me as if I was a juicy piece of steak and he was starving. I thought of the condom Sandra had put into my purse. I knew I should take it out now, but I had waited for this man all my life and I couldn’t bear the thought of something even that thin between us. He was a man of the world. Maybe he would bring it up, but even though I just met him this was no casual thing for me. He was the first and only man I’d ever wanted in my life, and I felt as if I’d known him for a lifetime. In fact, it already seemed as if he held my soul in his hand.

  “What now?” I whispered, as my hands gently caressed the myriad of inked designs on his smooth, sculpted chest.

  With his scorching gaze on me, he began to work the buckle of his belt. In no time his pants were undone. Smoothly he pushed the material, along with his briefs, down his hips, and his cock sprung free.

  Now I understood why he had said he needed me to be really ready and wet first. His cock was eye-wateringly massive. Stunningly thick and erect, it was pale in the dark with light green veins snaking along its surface. Those snakes pulsed making it look angry and beautiful.

  Like a child examining a new toy I reached out to touch that beautiful cock, my hands circling around the base. He let me. I sized him up with my hands, my fingers running across the bulging veins that ran down the length. I wished now that the lights were on so that I could see him properly. As I stared at his cock in fascination it jerked and a drop of pearly cum appeared on its eye.

  How strange. I wanted to lick it. To taste him. To close my mouth around the thick head and to suck it hard. I let my eyes drift upwards. “Can I suck your cock?”

  Something flashed in his eyes. A need so strong it looked like it was tearing him apart. Shocked, my hand reached up, as if to comfort him.

  But he clenched his jaw and shook his head. “No. If you do I won’t be able to control myself any longer.”

  “Do we need a condom?” I blurted out.

  “I’ll use one if you want to, but I’m clean as a whistle. I haven’t been with anyone for twelve years.”

  I blinked. “Twelve years?”

  “Yes, twelve fucking years,” he growled as he pulled me toward him suddenly, and covered my mouth with his. I felt his thick, hard cock press into my stomach.

  That desperate need in his eyes made me assume he would immediately thrust into me, but, and as I was slowly beginning to find out, he was obsessed with teasing me until I danced on the point of madness.

  He changed his position and stroked the mushroom head of his cock up and down my slit, smearing his cum on my sex, then he rubbed the entire shaft between my pussy lips until his whole cock was completely coated from root to tip in my slickness.

  The heat rolled off him in waves, and I could feel my own sex spasm in anticipation of being filled to bursting by him. I couldn't wait any longer. I licked my lips, eager to have him inside of me. The need to be filled and stretched by him was almost violent.

  “Fuck me,” I rasped out.

  His eyes were so dark they were almost black as he took hold of his cock, and positioned it at my entrance.

  Excitement buzzed through me like a drug. He started to push into me, and my eyes fluttered shut. God, he felt unbearably big, much bigger than I had imagined. If I had not been looking down and watching his cock enter me I would have thought someone was trying to thrust a freaking football into me. It felt as if he was splitting me in two. For a moment, I doubted it would be possible for him to go any further. And yet I was desperate for him to fill up that empty hole inside me.

  “You okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.

  I nodded.

  “I’ll go slow,” he promised.

  My hands went to grab the clenched cheeks of his ass and he took his time, filling me inch by excruciating inch until he was about halfway into me. The discomfort was gone. I felt beautifully stretched. It was wonderful.

  Then he gripped the underside of my thighs, and with a hard thrust, rammed the rest of his length into me. My sex convulsed around him, greedy and ecstatic. The moment I had waited for all my life was here. I was finally complete.

  26

  Caleb

  I almost couldn’t believe it was happening. To her, this was probably just a great time with an attractive stranger, but to me this was everything. For twelve years, all I’d been able to think about was the day I would be joined to the missing piece of me that had been torn away all those years ago.

  And tonight, it had finally happened. I had always imagined it would be in the most lavish of places, befitting of the treasure she was to me, but looking at her now spread out on my desk, it seemed perfect.

  As she shuddered against me, I looked down at her in awe. This was the woman of my dreams. The one that I had given up everything for. My Willow.

  I had my dick in her, but I still didn't feel worthy of her. She was too fine, too good, too precious for me. But there was no one else worthy of her either. I told myself, I didn't deserve her but no one else in the world could love and cherish her the way I could. And that was that.

  “Caleb,” she breathed as if in wonder, and raked her nails down my back.

  How I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I began to pull out of her, and the sensation of my flesh moving along the tightness of her walls almost made me lose my mind. She was so fucking tight, even more so than I had imagined. But I caught myself. This was all for her, and I needed to make it as amazing as possible. And I needed to make it last for as long as I could.

  I stopped the moment my tip reached her opening. I felt her arms tighten once again around me as she readied herself for another thrust. I heard her low whimper, and was glad that she couldn't see the raw, exposed, and completely vulnerable expression that must be on my face.

  This went way beyond sex for me. This was love, and my heart almost couldn't take it.

  I lifted her slightly off the desk, and in one fluid thrust, slammed back into her.

  She bucked at the force of my plunge, her back arching at the agonizingly sweet torment.

  “Holy cow!” she yelped. “Jesus. You’re so deep.”

  I had reached the end of her, so I began to writhe my hips slowly to find the exact spot that would blow her mind. Judging by the moans and the tightening of her grip around my neck, I got an inkling of where the best angle of my lunges should be directed to and got to work.

  My hips settled into a delicious rhythm that was a mixture of slow and fast plunges. My thrusts would be leisurely long with pauses, then when her teeth were almost on edge with frustration I would attack her with a burst of crazed, merciless drives that completely unraveled her. She was struggling for air as she clung to me.

  I savored every single movement of this dream so I could replay it in my mind over and over again for the rest of my life.

  I watched the range of emotions that ran across her face, from frustration, to pleasure, to joy and bliss. Then to pure wonder.

  And all the while I fell more and more in love with her mesmerizing beauty. I wanted to forever be the only man she allowed in her body, the only man she showed this side of herself to.

  Without warning a remembrance of her abuse from twelve years earlier came to mind, and a scorching wave of anger overtook me. I wanted to erase every trace of him from inside her. I pounded harder and harder into her, and suddenly tears were pouring down my cheeks.

  “Caleb,” she called.

  But I couldn’t stop. I had lost total control of my own body. I was exorcising the horror of him from her body. I had to. For my own sanity. I fucked her with every iota of strength I had inside of me
, and when it still didn't seem nearly enough, I plopped her down on the table and grabbed her thighs.

  “No,” she panted, her skin slippery and slicked with sweat as she tried to get away from me, but I couldn't let her go. Like a man possessed I couldn’t stop.

  “Caleb!” she screamed.

  Finally, her voice got through the fog in my brain and I froze. I stared at her in shock. “Have I hurt you?” I gasped, horrified by what I had done.

  Her hand reached out to touch my wet cheek. “No! I … I just thought … I …you looked like you had … I don’t know … lost control,” she whispered. Her eyes were enormous.

  I took a deep breath. “I had,” I admitted. I forced my lips to twist into something that looked like a smile. “You have that effect on me. Do you want me to stop?”

  Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes never left mine as she shook her head and said clearly, “No. I want you to continue. In fact, I want you to lose control again.”

  I pulled her forward until her ass was just on the edge. The heavy desk scraped across the floor in protest with every violent ram into her. I thought I wouldn’t lose control again. I thought I would be able to handle myself, but I became possessed again with need to own her. I fucked her like a wild beast.

  I drove into her, as she rode the storm of ecstasy that I knew was going to completely knock her out. I was hanging by a thread, but I ignored my own enjoyment, just to be sure she had the best fuck she possibly could.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as she began to quicken.

  She crushed her lips to mine as her body shattered.

  I felt the orgasm tear through her body with the force of a storm. Her head wrenched away and I watched in wonder as her trembling body arched into a tight bow. Her breasts jutted out and her head fell back. In soft light the whites of her eyes gleamed, as she fought against the unraveling of her body and soul. As she flew among the stars I continued to fuck her. I wanted to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

  Then I felt my own climax begin its approach. I rode on until I was a breath away from exploding, and quickly pulled out of her and let a violent stream of my semen burst out of me and spray on her belly. I couldn’t hold back my growl at the earth-shattering pleasure of watching my seed all over her belly. One day it would be growing inside her, but today I was content to paint her with my cum.

  I relished the continued spill of my release as the pleasure continued to pump out of me.

  My hand went to my cock to milk the rod of every bit of molten lust that remained and sprayed her breasts with it. It took me a few more minutes to come to my senses. When they finally did, I lifted my gaze to see there was a smile on Willow’s face as her body continued to jerk at the orgasm that had just rocked her. At the sight of her so spent and smeared with my cum, I couldn't help the burn of pride that filled my chest.

  My Willow. My woman.

  27

  Willow

  I returned home in a daze.

  For the first few minutes after Caleb had wrecked me, neither of us had been able to move. I had laid sprawled across the table and he’d collapsed next to me. I was too drained to even care that my legs were wide open and I had his cum all over my body. Without thinking, instinctively, I rubbed his seed into my skin. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted him. He tasted of strength and musk and wood and leather. He tasted beautiful. I turned my head and saw him watching me. And I didn’t care. We said nothing.

  “Play with yourself,” he whispered.

  It never even crossed my mind to disobey. My hand moved to my pussy and I began to circle my swollen clit. It felt unbearably erotic to be masturbating on his desk while he watched me. He rose and switched on a desk light. I didn’t care that I would be completely exposed to him. He came and stood in front of me so he had a clear view of my open pussy and what I was doing to it. I played with myself gently. It was more of a show I was putting on for him than anything else, but to my shock I felt my climax begin to rise inside me in seconds. He slipped his fingers into me and finger fucked me as I came. Right there, in front of him, my body went into multiple orgasms. Again and again the waves came. Each more beautiful. Then I felt his mouth on my clit, his tongue greedily lapping my juices. And I came again. All I could feel was his tongue, drinking from me. As if he couldn’t stop. As if I was a cool brook of sweet water he’d found in a harsh desert.

  Slowly, the exploded fragments of my brains began to come back together.

  When he cleaned me up with his tongue, he rose and stood over me. I would never be able to forget the raw emotion in his gaze.

  “You’re mine. You know that, don’t you?”

  I’d nodded like a controlled puppet. All my feminist views flew out of my head. I wanted to be his. I didn’t know what would have happened next if my phone had not rung. I jumped off the desk like a startled cat. I knew it would be my mother, wanting to know where I was. I’d promised her we’d clean out the linen closet together. I didn’t want to lie to her so I told her I was leaving without saying where I was leaving from and ended the call.

  We didn’t speak as we dressed. There was no need for words. Anyway, I was too mind-blown to make small talk. He walked me out of his office building right to my van and waited until I got in.

  “I … I had a … a good time,” I mumbled lamely. It felt sacrilegious to reduce the experience to a good time, but I didn’t know what else to say.

  He smiled softly, and I knew he understood. “So did I.”

  I saw him in the rearview mirror standing there all alone watching me and part of me hurt to leave him. It wanted desperately to turn the van around and go back to him, but I didn’t. I just kept on driving. My mother was waiting for me. Anyway, I needed to get my head together. I was a mess.

  When I arrived home my dad was having his second dinner of the evening, and my mom was busy putting together a pumpkin pie. “There you are,” she said cheerily.

  I forced a smile to my lips as I went over to give my father a hug.

  “How was business?” he asked.

  “It was not bad,” I said, nodding absentmindedly. There was some more light chatter, but I couldn’t stay with them for long. I had memories to revisit and process.

  “Mom, call me when you’re ready to tackle your closet,” I told her and hurried up the stairs. When I got to my room, I threw myself onto my bed and closed my eyes. I thought of the orgasms that Caleb had wrung out of my body. I could still feel light tremors of it buzzing through me. I’d never thought sex could feel this amazing.

  I had never been particularly taken with the idea of sex. The idea of a man pumping away into me filled me not with curiosity, but slight revulsion. The whole thing seemed dirty to my mind. Whenever Sandra or my other friends went into detail of the men they’d had sex with, I cringed inwardly.

  I never told anyone, but secretly, I thought I was frigid.

  But with Caleb, I had unraveled without a second thought. I should have been intimidated by him, by his sophistication, that aloof air that hinted at danger, instead I felt at home with him, as though I had known him all of my life.

  Why?

  My phone vibrated with an alert, and my heart lurched into my throat.

  Have you reached home?

  I read the message over and over again, wishing with all of my heart I’d just stayed with him like my heart had told me. Maybe I would be in his arms or fucked once again into oblivion.

  I sent my reply.

  I just did. Thanks. (smiley face emoji)

  Almost immediately afterwards, he responded.

  Good. Sleep tight. We’ll speak tomorrow.

  He was ready to call it a night or maybe he was going to continue working, either way there was something I had to clarify.

  You said something earlier ... maybe it was just the amazing sex talking ha, ha (laughing face emoji). But you said that I’m yours. What did you mean exactly? (confused cat face emoji)

  I wrung my hands anxiously
after I sent the message and waited for his response. It came in seconds.

  I meant exactly that. You’re mine.

  I couldn’t control my smile as I read his response, but it was still somehow vague. I wanted him to spell it out but I didn’t want to look too attached. I sent him a goodnight message with a kissing face emoji, and put the phone away from me. My mother called up to me and I went to help her re-arrange the linen cupboard. At least three times, my mother stopped, and with amusement asked me, “What are you smiling about?”

  “Nothing much. Just happy,” I said.

  The next day, Bradley brought some magnolias to the shop and when Sandra wasn’t paying attention, I quickly cornered him outside and asked my question.

  “What does it mean when a guy says that you’re his?”

  He paused for a moment, as he pulled his soil stained gloves from his hands. “Hm... it generally means exactly that.”

  “So, like a girlfriend?”

  He narrowed his gaze. “Yeah, but it’s a bit more. It’s more of a passionate claim. Well, that’s my opinion, anyway. It’s how I would use it. Why are you asking?” His eyes were filed with curiosity. “Did someone say this to you?”

  “Umm … no,” I lied. “I read it somewhere and was just curious.”

  “Phew,” he let out a deep breath. “I thought I’d have to go fight someone. You and Sandra are mine,” he joked.

  “Umm okay ... Bradley,” I said, but I cringed inwardly. I didn’t need pity from him. Instead of messing about with me he should stop being such a coward and go say those words to Sandra.

  “What are you two whispering about?” Sandra asked, coming over.

  “I was just telling Willow you and her are mine.”

  She laughed. “In your dreams.”

  The phone rang then I went to answer it.

  28

  Caleb