All Chapters of To Be Married To a Sinner : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MorganI swallowed hard looking at Anderson as he raised a glass of wine to his mouth and then dropped it back on the glass. Yes, I was staring right at him but my mind was far away. I adjusted to get a more comfortable sitting position and then I exhaled. The porch was never a favorite of mine, it has always been more of a prerequisite; This place is where I am most in tune with the banality of normal everyday life. Things like family conversations, snacking, and hanging out with friends, like I was doing with Anderson, who seems to have been talking for a while about something I have long since lost interest in. It was not a ramble, more like a rant that lost its flavor a couple of minutes ago. But Anderson is unaware of that fact, and whatever he was talking about, something about his time in Las Vegas when he was a kid or something, had long since lost my interest. But my continuous input and agreement to whatever he was saying only seemed to fuel his story more and more.“...A

MorganThe taste of her lips still stuck to my head even after days. I did exactly the opposite of everything I had in my head. What was so hard about apologizing in the middle of a conversation? I had only wanted to place a light kiss on her lips, just so Paulo thinks it was a play fight but when she tried to push me away, I pushed more into her, and the kiss deepened.I don’t know what spiraled into me almost devouring her right there, against the walls of Paulo's penthouse.The sweet taste of her lips, the firmness of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened to my touch, the feel of her hand on my head, and the sweet feeling of my crotch in between hers. Her thin layered gown made matters worse. The heat of that moment has refused to leave my head since it happened and I can do nothing about it. Not hearing from her makes everything all the worse. The silence kills me as much as being away from her body does.I had dozed off from waiting for her to open the door and walk into m

Morgan "Damn it."The room feels way much bigger without Winter in it. The air seemed stale and the whole world in suspended animation, with her absence the only thing that mattered in the world. Slowly, I found myself drawn into memories of her laugh and her voice. The softness of her skin, the beauty in her eyes, the feel of her body against my chest when they were close, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her body wanting mine…I stood up and walked about the room to distract myself a little bit. I have become overcome by the powers of a woman I have sworn not to love. And I am coming to accept it. Although to acknowledge it, that might never happen. I was about to try her phone again when Sofia’s high-pitched call for Paulo made me heave a sigh of relief. They were back, and although I couldn’t hear Winter’s voice, I knew she was with her. I stayed in the room and waited for the excitement to finish up in the other room, wherever she was.Suddenly, I was nervous, and I was

WinterI was way too distracted to even continue so that brought an end to our surfing session."You did good," Anderson said, patting my shoulder. I forced a smile on my face. I did good for a first timer though. "Thanks.""You don't have to thank me," he deflated. "You had it in you.""No I didn't. I've never surfed in my life," I told him.Anderson followed me back onto the beach and set his surfboard on the sand next to mine. “That was awesome, Winnie. A little more practice and you may be representing the Flamur family in any damn tournament."My stomach twisted again but this time, it was because I could feel the heat of someone’s gaze. I glanced up and he was right there. His blue eyes kept scanning my body and the smirk on his face did look like he was impressed with what he was seeing."Fuck you," I heard from beside me and when I turned to look at Anderson, I saw him looking straight at where the man was positioned. "He's lucky he's miles away. I swear to God I'd have punch

MorganI growled with the thoughts clouding my head. Every single image I have of Winter in my head makes my dick yearn for her. It’s like I have no decent image of her in my head. It’s either I’m imagining that night that I saw her naked; the way her pink nipples pebbled beneath my gaze or I’m reminiscing on how good her lips tasted.Something like honey and a mix of strawberries. I knew it was the wine I was tasting from her tongue but fuck—no wine has ever tasted the way her lips tasted.That woman is a walking thirst trap. Thinking about her in the sluttiest way possible is something I have tried to stop but I can’t. Possessing her while ordering her to spread her legs for me is all I live for. Grabbing my shaft, I let out a soft groan and began to work myself slowly as my eyes squeezed shut. I continued, going slowly thinking about every possible way she could stroke my erection.It felt good…So so good to imagine having her sweet pink hole stretched around my dick. A drop of