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  “Do it then,” I whispered, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Do it to me, Laish. I…I want you to.”

  I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a low growl of desire, he pressed his hot mouth to my open pussy and I felt the tip of his tongue probing gently around my entrance. He found it but took another moment to lap my throbbing clit before moving back down to slide into my channel.

  I gasped when I felt his wet heat enter me. He seemed so hot—almost as if he would burn me but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I could feel him filling me, tasting me as deeply as he could and thrusting in and out, showing me exactly how he was going to fuck me when the time came.

  Because it was coming and I knew it. Though the feeling of his tongue inside me was incredibly arousing, I didn’t feel the familiar shimmer in the air and the barrier didn’t give way.

  I did feel myself starting to get closer to the edge, though. Especially when Laish reached up to cup my breast and began tugging gently at my sensitive nipple.

  “Oh…oh!” I gasped, arching my back. I was getting close again…so close… But before I knew it, Laish was drawing back, his mouth shiny and wet from my juices.

  “Forgive me, Gwendolyn, but you know we cannot let you come yet.”

  “I know,” I moaned, shifting on the bed. “But Goddess, Laish, I was so close.”

  “You’re going to have to be close for a long time before you can let go, mon ange,” he murmured, kissing my throbbing pussy tenderly. “The more sexual energy you release, the greater the chance of breaking the barrier without me coming inside you.”

  “All right,” I whispered breathlessly. “I know. So…now what do we do?”

  “Though I would love to continue tasting you all night, we must try something else. We will take things slowly and see if we can break the barrier without taking your virginity completely.” He climbed back on the bed and went to sit against the headboard with some pillows propped behind his back. Then he beckoned me over to him. “Come, Gwendolyn, let us see what we can do.”

  I came to him willingly enough, feeling only a little trepidation when he positioned me in his lap, straddling his lean hips. When I looked down, however, I couldn’t help biting my lip. His shaft was long and hard and thick and there was already a bead of precum shining on the broad, plum shaped head of his cock. He looked so huge, pointed up at me like that—poised to enter me at any moment—to fill my virgin pussy with his thickness.

  “I will not be entering you yet, mon ange,” Laish said, stroking my cheek. “I told you, we will take things slowly. To start with, why do you not rub yourself against me? Perhaps your naked pussy rubbing so intimately against my exposed shaft may satisfy the Sin Tax.”

  I doubted it but it was certainly worth a try.

  Biting my lip, I did as he asked. Lowering myself a little, I took his thick, hot shaft in one hand and pressed it to the front of my pussy.

  I had only meant to rub him against the outside of my sex but I was so wet he slipped deep into my folds. The sudden contact made me gasp and Laish let out a low groan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him pressing against me—into me—with only the broad head of his cock sticking out.

  “Gods, you’re so slippery and hot,” Laish rasped, pressing carefully against me. “Look at the way you’re coating my shaft with your sweet juices. You are incredibly arousing, my darling.”

  I gave a shaky laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself. But now what? I didn’t feel the barrier break.”

  “Rub yourself against me,” he ordered in a deep, intense voice. “Slide your hot little cunt up and down the length of my shaft”

  “Goddess, Laish…” I cleared my throat, barely able to go on. “Can’t…can’t you do it? Can’t you rub against me?”

  He shook his head. “I’d like nothing better but it is your sin, Gwendolyn— you must be the one moving. So work yourself against me, my little witch—ride me.”

  My mouth went suddenly dry with lust and at the same time, my pussy throbbed with his words. Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was spread out naked on his lap with his thick shaft pressed deep between my open pussy lips. Couldn’t believe I was going to work myself against him, trying to come.

  And yet there was no other way. Blushing with embarrassment but fueled by lust, I put my hands on his broad shoulder for balance and began working my hips. I was sliding up and down the length of his thick cock, feeling his silky, hot shaft rubbing against my open folds and loving every second of it.

  I moaned as his thickness slid over my aching clit. I don’t know if his tongue had desensitized me a little earlier or if my body was simply going into overdrive but this direct touch didn’t bother me either. It only made me want more—more of the addictive pleasure of Laish’s big, hard body against my own. More of the intimate pleasure of feeling him rub against me. Or rather—the feeling of me rubbing against him, I reminded myself, for he was holding still, his eyes filled with desire as he watched my face while I worked myself against him.

  At last, I stopped, panting a little. I knew if I went on I was surely going to come and that wasn’t what needed to happen—not yet.

  “This feels amazing but it isn’t working,” I said, trying to control the frustration in my voice and not quite succeeding.

  “I feared it would not but it was worth a try,” Laish said. “My little witch, I am very much afraid we must take stronger measures—you need to put me inside you.”

  “What?” I objected. “So I have to be the one to act again—because it’s my sin?”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “Well, yes—but I also want you to be in charge of the penetration, mon ange. I would not wish you to hurt yourself by taking too much of me too quickly.”

  “All right.” Feeling like my cheeks were so hot they might set my hair on fire, I reached between us and gripped him. He felt slippery and wet from sliding against my folds and for a moment I was concerned that he would slip in too easily and too far right away. But I didn’t have to worry. The broad, plum-shaped head lodged just inside my entrance, making me bite my lip as I felt it just barely enter me.

  “Do you feel that, darling?” Laish murmured, looking me in the eyes. “That’s me about to enter you. Does it feel good? Do you want me inside you?”

  “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, still keeping a firm grip on his shaft down below. “But damn it, Laish—I can’t help it I want more.”

  “And more you shall have—but slowly,” Laish cautioned. “Come, my eager little witch, slide more of my shaft into your tight, virgin cunt.”

  Biting my lip, I did as he said. It wasn’t hard—I was poised above him so all I had to do was sink down in his lap. I gave a little moan as the wide head of his cock finally breached my entrance completely and entered my pussy. Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was finally letting a man into my body.

  Child, be careful…when you let him into your body, you also let him into your heart.

  I pushed the thought away, knowing it was something that Grams would say. I wasn’t trying to form any kind of bond with Laish—I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We were just making love to pay the Sin Tax—weren’t we?

  Well, for whatever reason we were doing it, I wanted more. I liked the feeling of him inside me—it made me feel hot and powerful somehow, maybe because I was the one in charge of the penetration. At any rate, I was no scared little virgin—I’d had years to imagine this moment and right now I just wanted it to never end.

  I started to lower myself down some more but Laish caught me by the hips.

  “Slowly, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Take it slowly, darling—an inch at a time.”

  I didn’t want to go slow but I couldn’t deny the exquisitely erotic charge I got from feeling another thick inch of his shaft penetrate my overheated pussy. And then another and another. Laish paused often, possibly waiting to see if the barrier would break but maybe just t