Sweet Sin - S01 E80

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Sweet Sin - S01 E80

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 80

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[Tobias’s Oddsion – 6:40]

The Odds are ready to move in an hour and twenty minutes.

Just five of them are going for the illegal money transportation with Tobias himself, and those five are wearing police uniforms.

The rest of them will be in muftis and back them up in different discreet cars in case of bursting.

Jude isn’t going with them on this since Tobias didn’t allow him in missions yet, but he’s at the park, watching the preparations.

The first batch of money filled a standby police car, black.

Their trustable informant from the police informed that the roads are clear for movement tonight.

Tobias came out wearing slacks and black dress-shirt, relaxed.

“How many minutes before the movement?” He asked, scouting.

“About eighty minutes.” Yalda said.

“I have somewhere to be with the eighty minutes. Wait for me.” Tobias informed and got in his car.

Migos almost got in with him.

“Jude will drive me. Wait with the others.” Tobias told him strictly.

“Rose—”

“What did I just say?” Tobias glowered, more strict.

Migos stepped back, and Jude got on the driver’s seat.

He drove Tobias.

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[A Exclusive Mealhouse-7pm]

Dean bought out the floor he stayed at with Seraphina.

That’s why she’s not hearing anything except the soft sound of their clattering cutleries as they ate on the polished table of full meals.

The lights are warm, and the ambience is embracing, then the soft music from unseen sound players.

“I didn’t know you liked tamales,” Dean noticed how she ate good.

“I’ve only had it once when Allison made it for me, and I fell in love with it. But it’s stressful to make, I don’t plan on ever making it myself.” She explained gently.

“Maybe I can watch few videos and make homemade ones someday, for you.” Dean promised warmly.

“That’s…sweet?” She laughed.

Dean joined in immediately, both chuckling till they drank wine.

They returned to their meals, but Seraphina barely ate one more forkful when Dean got up and revealed a rectangular velvet box.

He walked out of his seat.

Seraphina looked up as he walked over to her side of the table.

He dropped the box, opening it right in front of her.

There in the box, sat an exquisite blue Paraíba tourmaline necklace definitely worth a fortune, hooked with glittering Alexandrites and rare blue diamonds.

The beauty made Seraphina hold her chest, gasping. “Dean, this is….so fuckin’ ethereal.”

“There’s only one piece in the world, and it’s for you. To mark our reunion and comeback.” He smiled.

“I love it,” she smiled wider, eyes full of genuine-looking gratitude as Dean removed her slim necklace.

Then he lifted the new necklace to her neck, fixing it easily.

“Thank you, Dean.” She stood to give him a cheek kiss.

Before her lips could touch his cheek, Dean received a call.

He picked his phone and step back when he saw the caller ID. “This is important, i’ll be back in a minute.”

“Sure,” she nodded at him.

Dean stepped out, fast like it’s really as important as he said.

Seraphina looked at her new necklace again, rubbing the chunk of money-reeking jewelry.

“Fuck, it’s heavy.” She muttered, standing up to look around.

She noticed a small library is at the other side of the room.

In no time, she strolled there, finding out the shelves only have romance quotes books.

She picked up a book from the shelf and read it with a straight face before deciding to return it.

But immediately she positioned the book back in the space, a clean, calculative force snapped her new necklace away from her neck.

With a gasp, she turned, but the gasp morphed to a smirk when she saw the blue eyes and fine lips.

He flung the necklace to the back of the shelf before meeting her eyes.

“You found your way in, Sugar Daddy.” She kept up the smirk. “Migos said you’re no longer a Father, so I choose Daddy now.”

“I’ll always find my way,” Tobias caged her possessively to that shelf, making sure his body proportion covered hers. “And I kept tabs on Dean. I know when he was ordering the cheap necklace last night.”

“Cheap?” She rolled eyes. “It’s close to a billion.”

“You know what’s more than a billion?” His eyes darkened as his hand went to the shelf top. “This.”

He brought a black rectangular box, opening it with finessed confidence.

It contained the same necklace, except the Alexandrites are far more numerous, and the Paraíba tourmalines are more vivid. Even the blue diamond is darker.

He fixed it around her neck, and it felt light—like a necklace should be.

“The necklace was supposed to be the only piece existing.” She looked up at him as she rubbed it.

“The only thing with no higher version is me, Anathema.” He caged her with his second hand too.

“Cocky like I remember,” she raised her lids. “How was the dance with the two naked choreographers?”

“And how was the dinner with your husband last night?” His voice dropped lower, hushy.

“I was simply doing what you asked, and I think I’m doing a good job so far.” She smiled intentionally.

“Is that why his hand was on your waist? Is that why…you pressed RED?” His expression is acidic now.

Seraphina opened her mouth for a burning response, but what she felt down her legs stopped her.

His hands… they’re pulling up her dress, and it’s not slow.

The moment he pulled the dress up to her waist, he twisted her and made her face the shelf.

“Is that why?” He repeated.

“I don’t care who you touch, Sugar Daddy, and we shouldn’t be doing this. Dean is right outside.” Seraphina’s voice dropped as low.

“You think i give a fuvk about Dean now?” His tone went rigid.

She could hear the sound of his belt coming apart, metal on leather.

Seraphina looked back at him over her shoulder, witnessing how his eyes resembles a starving animal’s.

“You’re cute when you act like this,”

And that was followed by his first thrust. Not in her p$ssy, but her arsehole. It went all the way in and filled her up so much she had to clutch her palm on her lips to keep her moan trapped in her throat.

“You better hold the shelf tight, Sera. I’m not stopping till every damn book on it falls off.” He groaned.

Seraphina’s eyes nearly widened, but she couldn’t even control that as his longness began unravelling her.

Her head went blank like it does whenever he’s doing something sexual, and somewhere in her inner ears, she could imagine Dean talking over the phone outside, but it’s highly irrelevant beside the big fat cóvk inside her right now.

When she remembered this room is soundproof, she let her palm fall away from her lips, letting out the moans as strangled as they formed.

“Daddy… You’re so fuckin brutal….”

“Fûck…. Daddy….”

“Gawd…. Daddy…. Ohhh….”

He’s fuckin her arsehole, but it felt like her p$ssy, cos it’s like he filled both holes at the same time.

He’s unimaginable.

She held the shelf tight, fingers grabbing wood and hooking around the curved corners.

The force of how he’s giving it to her from behind knocked her against the shelf everytime, causing the wood to shift continually, screeching on the marbled floor, drawing lines.

“Yess!!! Daddy….” She bit the wood, tasting her own derailment.

As the books fell off the shelves, they fell on her, fell on him, fell on the floor, thudded loud.

But he wasn’t feeling them. He held her by her hips, thrusting mercilessly.

All he wants to do is make her hang on the edge till she’s spiraling, take her till she won’t be able to sit.

Juices rolled down her thighs from her p$ssy in slow drags, indicating how wet she became already.

He brought an hand to the front, rubbing her tender cl1t and stimulating the raining drips as he drove in and behind her.

That was a whole new level, cos he didn’t only rub the cl1t.

He pulled them apart and teased her entrance too, slowly.

Fuckin slow. Back and forth, then center, and then back and forth.

Why the fûck is he so fuckin good? How can a man be this understanding about a woman’s damn body?

What the hell is he doing to her?

“Oh my fuckin Gawd!” She screamed, climbing a dark climax which spread her soul on the cloud of pleasure which nearly killed her.

It was scratching at her brain.

“Yeah… right there… right there…”

“Right there Daddy… Right there…”

Her arse clapped around his cock, legs shaking, thighs writhing, eyes blurring again as she sweated from her backline and under bre@sts.

He used his four fingers, rubbing her p$ssy back and forth again. Another book fell on her, slipping down.

He split her soft ass apart with his hands and drove his cóvk inside again, sliding easily like it was his home, and it welcomed him with warm juices and heat.

“Yes yes…yes!!!” She screamed, throwing her head back.

His palm smacked her arse, giving it a light shade of red.

The sting, plus hot fingers massaging her cl1t, plus his divk in her ass. The trinity threw her off, making her lose her chest for a second.

She thought her heart would fall.

She could feel him deep.

Not the normal kind of deep.

DEEP. DEEP. DEEP INSIDE OF HER.

“Gawd….this is another level…”

“Yeah…fûck that ass…fûck it up…”

“Daddy….more…more…I want more..”

And just when she was about to cûm, the last book fell.

Seraphina felt his absence immediately, cos he pulled out and brought her to her knees.

He came in her mouth while denying her of her own release.

“You have no right to cum, Sera. Not even a chance.” He declared with a tight-lipped sinister smile as he rubbed his cum on her lips. “Go kiss your husband with my cum on your mouth. Make him taste me too.”

She stood, and her dress fell back over her red ass, covering her up.

She stepped closer like a challenge, a breathing war, a intentional crime.

She pulled him by the front of his shirt, bringing him close. Her lips went to his ear to whisper…

“Kiss my husband? Swear to hell that you’ll be able to take it, Tobias.” She called his name, biting his ear.

TBC