The Man Who Taught Me Sin

KASSY __ The next morning I was at Jenny’s place. “I’ll do it,” I blurted, dropping onto her sofa like a bag of bricks. Jenny lazily shuffled toward the coffee machine, her hair tied up in a messy bun, her T-shirt sliding off one shoulder. She stared at me with half-lidded, tired eyes. “Did you even sleep?” she asked flatly. “I couldn’t,” I admitted. I’d already called her earlier to unload everything that had happened last night, every humiliating, confusing, nerve-wracking detail. And just retelling it had made me toss and turn until dawn. Jenny shook her head slowly, pouring coffee like she’d already given up on me. “I have no idea why you want to go through all this for that guy Kas. You're beautiful, intelligent, rich…just what did you see in that guy…I get that he’s handsome, but come on.” And she was right. Shawn wasn’t just handsome—he was devastating. Six-foot compared to my barely five-six. Broad shoulders. His jawline looked like it belonged in some glossy magazine

DERRICK __I laughed as the two girls literally ran out.“Don’t be mean. This is the reason I hate having you here,” Dan Titans, my best friend said. He sounded amused, though. “You terrorized the poor girl.”“I didn’t even say anything,” I said, still chuckling. My lips curved lazily, my body relaxed in that way it always is when I know I have someone’s attention. “I think she’s cute, though.”Kassy.The name rang in my head.She was beautiful. No…she was something more than that. Pretty, gorgeous, with curves that called to me in a way no sane man should ignore. A body you would want to taste over and over again, to ruin, to worship, to make scream until she forgot her own name.And her eyes. God, her doe eyes. Wide, curious, a little uncertain, shy, but so full of light.She had the kind of lips men would start wars over. The most kissable lips I have ever seen. Plush. Soft. Begging for teeth and tongue.She was a walking sin.“She’s a sin,” I muttered, almost to myself.Dan nodd

DERRICK Slowly, I started to push into her wet pussy.“Wait, Daddy, stop! …”I stop immediately, her face was squeezed up like she was in pain.“So sorry, baby,” I said, kissing her face, then her wet lips.“It hurts.”“Do you want me to pull out, baby?”She shook her head immediately, using her hand to press my naked ass to still be inside her.I was barely holding on, all I wanted to do was fuck into her, I was going crazy, she was so fucking tight, so fucking sweet.“Your words, angel.”“Don’t pull out, Daddy.”“Okay, baby, let’s wait for you to adjust to Daddy’s length,” I said, kissing her lips that were just begging me to claim over and over again.“You think your tight little virgin pussy can take Daddy’s huge cock,” I said on her lips.“Yes, Daddy.”I was endeared, seeing her like this, so obedient, was sparking something inside of me.I latch onto her nipple, she lets out a moan, her eyes closing, her lips parted in a way that was making me lose control.I suck on her breast

KASSY The moment I got home, my mom was in the living room, sitting with her legs tucked under her like a teenager, flipping through fancy photographs. Her face was lit up with this wide, genuine smile that made her look ten years younger.“Sweetheart, you’re here,” she said, her voice warm and soft, like she had been waiting for me all day.I leaned down to kiss the top of her head, inhaling the faint scent of her hair. It was such a familiar, comforting smell that for a second, it almost distracted me from the millions of thoughts in my head.“What are you doing?” I asked as I slide down beside her, pretending to sound casual. My eyes betrayed me though, darting toward the pictures before she even answered.And then my heart dropped.Wedding pictures. Rows of dresses, veils, shoes, accessories, carefully printed and laid out.“Honey,” my mom said, smiling so proudly, “I wanted you to choose the one you want so our designer can start working on it. There’s no time.”True. I’m gettin

KASSYBefore Wednesday even came, I was already convincing myself to cancel everything. The thought had been eating at me since the moment I walked out of that room. My feelings… my thoughts… they were scaring the living hell out of me.I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not about him, not about Derrick. Not about the sex.I was supposed to be thinking about Shawn. Shawn, my fiancé. The man I’m about to marry, the man I’ve been planning a whole future with. The entire point of this… “arrangement”… was to prepare myself for him, to make sure our marriage didn’t stumble at the very first step because of inexperience. I was supposed to be thinking of Shawn when I spread my legs, when I moaned, when I gave myself up to another man in the name of “lessons.”But I wasn’t. Not even for a second.Shawn didn’t cross my mind the entire time Derrick was inside me. Not once. It wasn’t Shawn’s name slipping out of my mouth, it wasn’t Shawn’s lips I was kissing, it wasn’t Shawn’s voice that mad