Sin Of Innocence

Episode 9

There was a giggle that sounded through her as a big smile spread across her lips. +

“Tell me about your parents,” she requested.

“There’s not much to tell. My dad was always busy. My mom hated her life. They both passed away when I turned twenty-three. One from old age, and soon after that death, the other from suicide. I guess my mom just couldn’t handle life without my dad,” I responded, without bothering to look into her eyes. 6

She was going to see me differently. I was going to be the man to feel sorry for, and it was the last thing I wanted.

“That’s why you do all that you do for my dad, right? You don’t want him to feel like how your mom felt?” she curiously drew out.

“No, I just didn’t want you to feel how I felt.”

“How did you feel?” she muttered sadly. I let out a loud exhale as I thought back to that day. It was crazy how I went from being so innocent, thinking that beauty could cloud all the ugly in the world. My life wasn’t perfect, but up until that moment, I was grateful for it. There was so much jubilation that always made sure to keep me going, but just like a kid letting go of a balloon, it vanished before I could grab it and bring it back to me.

“My mom was beautiful inside and out. I was always there with her, watching television, and helping her cook. It was always me she would kiss goodnight to after reading a bedtime story. I loved her most, and I thought she loved me too,” I murmured thoughtfully.

“She does love y—”

“Don’t say that. If she loved me, she wouldn’t have killed herself as if we didn’t exist,” I spat out. “Just let it go, Christina. I don’t want to talk about this.” 6

Taking me by surprise, Christina embraced me in a hug. She pushed my head against the softness of her breasts, not that I was complaining. Even her fingers combed through my hair in a way to console me, but I didn’t need her consoling. I was fine now—possibly better with Christina in my life. 5

“I wish things were different, Emanuel,” she whispered, thankfully changing the subject. I pulled away from her, my brows knitted together. Instead of that stunning smile that she wore elegantly, there was a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Why couldn’t we have met differently? I think I have liked you since the first time I met you, but I know my dad works for you. He considers you a friend, but look at us. This is wrong,” she admitted.

My shoulders fell at her words. “You are an adult, Christina. I know you love your dad, but you have to make decisions for yourself. This is your life, and I will always respect whatever decision you make… just like your father should,” I advised. “So, what do you really want, Christina?”

“I want you. There is no one in this world that I could ever want more than you,” she answered. A smile tugged on my lips. It was like music to my ears as I finally heard the song I had been wanting to hear since the day I met her. 1

“Then, have me,” I said, huskily. 2

Christina bit down on her lip. She took a step back from me, but before I could protest, she began to unbutton her jacket. With tempting eyes, she focused on me as she began to pull apart her attire. When her body popped into view, modeling a sexy black lace lingerie, I had to suck in a deep breath. I was loving the stockings on her legs that held a string to hook onto her black panties. Her bra left nothing to the imagination because her nipple quickly popped into view seeing as the lace was practically invisible. She looked so damn good. 5

“Is this for me?” I asked, darkly.

I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it. She needed to be aware that she was mine and mine only. 1

“It is. Does it look bad?” she questioned with worry swimming in her words. Her uncertainty was enough for me to break my stare from her sumptuous body and stare into the eyes of insecurity. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, I just couldn’t understand how she could not see that.

“I feel like I’m dreaming. Baby, you look like an angel,” I reassured her.

She smiled brightly, and it was my favorite sight in the world.

“Come,” I ordered, leaning back in my chair.

She didn’t need to be told twice because she placed her knees on either side of me in the chair. I reached out for her waist where I pulled her onto my erection. A dark appetite was kissing her gaze as I softly caressed the skin at her sides.

I leaned into her ear before dragging down the bottom of her earlobe with my teeth. 2

“I want to taste you,” I whispered. “Get on my desk.”

She slid from my lap but made sure to grind against my groin as she did. I quickly delivered a smack to her nice, plump ass as payback. A loud giggle ripped out of her as she plopped down on my desk. 1

“Open your legs,” I commanded.

She hesitantly spread her legs apart, giving me access to her wet center. I massaged over the lace just up against her lips. It was important for me to watch her every reaction as I leaned in and flicked my tongue against her panties.

Grasping her thighs, I placed them over my shoulders to grant myself better access to her sex. The sweet nectar that seeped through the lace of her panties drove me insane. I couldn’t stop myself from ripping her underwear off. Her pussy was nice and shaven, practically begging for me. As I stared at the bud to her clit, I bit down on my lip. This girl had no clue how hungrily I was going to devour every drop from her juices. 2

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Do it again. Beg for me. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it,” I lustfully reasoned out.

She interlocked her ankles with one another around my neck. I was trapped between her legs, and I didn’t want to free myself.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Emanuel.”