Page 101 of Born into Sin

“Come for me, principessa,” he growls against my pussy. “I’m going to make your cunt into a beautiful mess. I want you sloppy and swollen, I want my face covered in your juices, and I want to feel your thighs shaking around my head.”

All I can do is moan his name in response when he slides his tongue back into me while spreading me wide with his hands, exposing every inch of my pussy to him. He brings the pad of his thumb to my clit, rubbing me while he keeps stroking my inner walls with his tongue. The sensations are overwhelming and all at once, and when I whimper at the first hints of my orgasm, he rubs me harder, pushing me over the edge again.

I’m quickly learning that Dominic is skilled at everything he does. He reads my body perfectly, increasing and decreasing the pressure as needed, keeping me riding the climax until my whole body is shaking and I’m desperate to have him inside me, because as amazing as his mouth feels, I need him. I need to feel him spreading me wide and claiming the deepest parts of me.

“Dom,” I whisper, one hand pulling his hair and the other tugging on the collar of the shirt that he needs to quickly rid himself of. “Please.”

He gives my clit another lick and then pulls back to look at me, eyes darkening at the sight of my splayed-out pussy.

“God you look beautiful,” he growls, using his thumbs to spread me wider. “My little principessa’s cunt is so fucking sloppy for me. Your pretty pink pussy is begging me to fuck it.”

He leans closer, letting the heat of his breath ghost over my clit, and when it makes me clench, he groans, watching my inner lips move.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do to my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you gripping me, pulling me in deeper. Can you do that for me, principessa? Can you grip my dick and pull me into your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” I whisper, tugging on his shirt even harder, desperate to do everything he just asked of me. “Get naked, Dominic.”

He gives a soft laugh and nips at my clit. “If I didn’t need to be inside you so badly, I’d punish you for how goddamn demanding you are.” I feel his teeth softly graze my clit. “I told you I don’t like to take orders.”

“And I told you you’d get used to it.”

I tug on his shirt hard enough to break a few buttons while he gives another deep laugh. “That’s a bespoke Giorgio Armani shirt you just ripped, sweetheart.”

“It’s your fault. You’re the one who’s refusing to get naked. Stop being so stubborn. I need to feel your skin on mine.”

He hears the truth in my words. He can tease me later all he wants, but right now I need him. Pulling back, he steps off the bed just long enough to rip his shirt off the rest of the way, not caring that he’s popped off every button I’d left on there, and pulls his pants and boxer briefs off. My eyes run over the sculpted, olive skin, drinking in the sight of him. My legs are still splayed open, and before he gets back on the bed, he groans and fists his cock, slowly stroking himself while he watches me.

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He brings his body to mine, carefully pulling the T-shirt I’m wearing off, groaning when my breasts spill free. “I was going to wait until you’d had more time to heal, principessa, but you’re impossible to resist.” He cups one of my breasts, filling his hand with me as he kisses his way up my neck. “Every time I see you, I want to fuck you. Every goddamn time.”

“Good,” I whisper, moaning when he nips at the skin below my ear. “I hope you always feel that way.”

“I will.” He says it without a shred of doubt in his voice, making me instantly believe him. And if the conviction behind his words wasn’t enough, then the way he’s kissing me would be. One hand gently cups my face while he kisses me slowly and deeply, always mindful of my injuries and being careful to not cause me any more pain.

When he lowers his hips and drags the head of his cock along my soaking wet slit, I groan and open my mouth even more for him while wrapping my legs around his waist. His thick head presses harder against me, parting my lips but not sliding into me.

“Remember what I said, sweetheart.” His dark eyes bore into mine as he breaks our kiss and hovers his lips over mine. “I want to feel you clench around me. I want to feel your body begging me for my cock.”

His thumb lightly grazes my bruised cheek as he slides his thick head in. I groan and grip him tightly, smiling when I see his jaw tense and his eyes grow darker.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls. “Suck me in, sweetheart.”

I tighten my inner muscles, gripping him as hard as I can, feeling my body slowly suck him in as he works with me and gently thrusts his hips, sliding into me one thick inch at a time until I’ve taken him all the way in.

“Goddamn,” he groans against my lips and settles his body against mine so we’re locked together in stillness. “Mine, principessa.” He kisses me softly, prolonging this moment of the two of us joined together as deeply as we can be. “You are mine, sweetheart. Your pussy.” He rocks his hips so I can feel the movement deep inside me, and grins against my lips. “Your womb.” When I smile, he nips at my top lip. “Your mouth.” Grazing his fingers along the side of my breast, he trails them down my waist before sliding beneath my ass to cup one of my cheeks. “And as soon as you feel better, this tight, virgin ass is going to be mine too. I can’t stand knowing there’s a part of you that I haven’t claimed. I’m a greedy man, principessa, and I want it all. Every single part of you.”

My body tenses at the idea of him filling my ass, but then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me so thoroughly that it’s impossible for me to think about anything other than how goddamn good this feels. He works his hips slowly, fucking me in a languid rhythm that lets me feel every goddamn stroke of his cock as he slides in and out of me.

“Dom,” I moan, clutching him tighter and letting him chase the pain away.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re getting it nice and slow tonight, but don’t worry, I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”

He kisses me around the moan I give, angling his hips and keeping his hand on my ass so he can tilt me up just enough to have him hitting my clit with each deep thrust he’s giving me. Pleasure builds between my legs, creating an ache that only intensifies with each passing second.

“I can feel you getting close, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. His hand finds my breast again, pinching my nipple just hard enough to sting, and just hard enough to stoke the flames he’s already created inside me. He makes me burn for him. My body obeys him now, and when he growls at me to let go and come, I do. My ribs won’t allow me to scream like I want, so I cling to him, panting my breaths to keep the pain at a minimum.

“I love you,” he whispers, rocking into me, filling me as I clench down even harder around him. He kisses me through my orgasm, and right when I think it can’t possibly last any longer, he moves his hand from my ass cheek. Pulling away from our kiss, he keeps his eyes on mine and brings a finger to my lips.

“Suck, sweetheart.”

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