Sinners high school 4

The bus rumbled into town just as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the familiar streets I'd tried so hard to forget. My heart pounded the whole ride back, a mix of dread and desperate need twisting in my gut. I'd begged Dad for weeks—on my knees, tears streaming, promising I'd make things right, that I would do better in school.

He finally relented, his face stern but softening just enough to hand over the keys to the old family car. "Don't fuck this up, Amy," he'd said. Now here I was, pulling up to Matt's house without a second thought, my palms sweaty on the steering wheel. I missed him—his rough hands, his commanding voice, the way he owned every inch of me. Leaving had been a mistake, I needed to learn to balance him and my studies. But I was back, ready to prove it.

I didn't knock. The door was unlocked, like he always left it for me. He was in the living room, sprawled on the couch in his jeans and a faded tee, scrolling his phone. His head snapped up, eyes widening in surprise that melted into that predatory hunger I knew so well. "Amy?" His voice was low, gravelly, and before he could say more, I dropped my bag and crossed the room, sinking to my knees between his legs.'I'm sorry I left," I whispered, my fingers already fumbling with his zipper. He didn't stop me—didn't even speak—just watched as I freed his cock, thick and half-hard, springing out against my cheek.

I leaned in, inhaling his musky scent, my mouth watering. Wrapping my lips around the head, I sucked gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to taste the salt of his pre-cum. He groaned, hand tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper. I took him in inch by inch, relaxing my throat like he'd taught me, until my nose brushed his pubic hair. Bobbing my head, I hollowed my cheeks, slurping wetly as I worked him, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them softly. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, hips bucking up to fuck my face. I gagged a little but pushed on, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch, loving the way he used me. His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a guttural curse, he came—hot spurts flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry with my tongue, but even as I pulled off, licking my lips, I noticed it wasn't much. Just a few weak pulses, not the heavy load he used to unleash. I pushed the thought aside, wiping my chin, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

But Matt's expression darkened, a storm brewing behind those eyes. "You think a blowjob fixes everything? You left me, Amy. Ran off like a scared little girl." He grabbed my wrist, yanking me up and dragging me to the bedroom. My pulse raced—fear and excitement blurring—as he shoved me onto the bed. 'Time to punish you for that.' From the nightstand, he pulled out the ropes, rough hemp that bit into my skin as he bound my wrists to the headboard, then my ankles spread wide to the posts. I was splayed out, helpless, my skirt hiked up, panties soaked through. 'Please, Matt,' I whimpered, but he just smirked, stripping off his clothes, his cock already hardening again.

He climbed over me, ripping my blouse open, buttons scattering. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me arch, then biting down until I cried out. "This is for leaving," he growled, fingers plunging into my pussy, three at once, stretching me roughly. I was dripping, clenching around him, my body betraying how much I craved this. He finger-fucked me mercilessly, thumb grinding my clit, and I shattered fast—my first orgasm ripping through me, thighs quaking against the restraints, a scream tearing from my throat as juices soaked his hand.

No mercy. He pulled out, slick fingers trailing up to smear over my lips before positioning his cock at my entrance.

"I really missed you Amy," He said. One brutal thrust, and he buried himself balls-deep, my walls fluttering around his girth.

"I missed you too Matt. Your cock is part of me." I reply.

"Take it, slut," he snarled, pounding into me with relentless force, the bedframe slamming against the wall. He has never called me that but the pleasure is too much my brain isn't working. Each stroke hit deep, his hips snapping, pubic bone grinding my clit. I came again quickly, vision blurring, body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn't stop—flipped me onto my stomach somehow with the ropes taut, ass up, and slammed back in from behind. His hands gripped my hips, bruising, as he railed me, cock dragging over that spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyes. Third orgasm built fast, coiling tight, and I begged incoherently, "Matt—fuck me harder!" He did, until I screamed, pussy spasming, milking him as I soaked the sheets.

Finally, he tensed, groaning as he came inside me—another small load, warm but scant, trickling out as he pulled away. I lay there panting, body limp and aching in the best way, aftershocks rippling through me. He untied me gently, pulling me into his arms for cuddles, our sweat-slick skin pressing together. I nuzzled his chest, whispering, "I love you. I won't leave again."

"I love you too Amy," He replies. I see the glistening eyes and I hope beyond hope that he didn't cheat.

"Matt, did you fuck any other girl?" I ask. I truly hope for a positive one. But then he sighed, heavy, and dropped the bomb. "Amy... while you were gone, I fucked Nicole. Twice. She was there, easy, no drama. Or rather it's like she is the one fucking me."

The world tilted. Tears welled up instantly, hot and furious, spilling down my cheeks. 'What? After everything? You broke my virginity. You fucked me whenever you wanted getting me addicted to your fucking big cock. You made me a slut. I sucked your cock the second I got back, let you tie me up and fuck me raw—I came for you over and over, all to satisfy you! And you cheated?' Sobs wracked me, betrayal slicing deep. I'd begged Dad to let me return, endured his lectures, just to reclaim this—to be his again. And he'd been with her? Nicole, that smug bitch from the cheerleaders? 'How could you? I did everything for your cock, Matt. Everything!'

He held me tighter, murmuring apologies, "I'm sorry, baby. It was a mistake. You're the one I want." His voice cracked, genuine regret there, but the damage was done. I would have left right then but I could feel his cock hardening.

Anger faded into longing, we collided in a frenzy, him bending me over, cock slamming into my pussy from behind until I came screaming, nails digging into the mattress. He followed, filling me with a bit more this time, but still not like before. We barely spoke, just raw need. Second round in the shower, water cascading as I rode him against the tile, grinding down hard, my clit rubbing his base until another orgasm tore through me, legs shaking. He gripped my ass, thrusting up, cumming inside with a grunt. Exhausted, sated but hearts still raw, I dressed quietly. This wasn't fixed—not yet. But damn if I could stay away.