Page 45 of Born into Sin

“Not the same thing.” I reach a shaky hand out and as soon as my fingers hit his shaft, his cock jerks and he hisses out a breath. Worried, I look back up at him. “Did that hurt?”

“Fuck no it didn’t. Touch me again.”

I smile at how thick his accent is and bring my fingers back to him. The heat of his skin radiates off him and into me, and when I trace one of the veins that runs up the length of his shaft, I see a bead of pre-cum appear.

Suddenly ravenous, I close the distance and wrap my lips around his head while dragging my tongue along his slit.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls, threading his fingers in my hair.

I have no idea what I’m doing, so I let instinct take over. I run my tongue over him again, swirling it around his head before giving him a hard enough suck to hollow out my cheeks. His deep, masculine groan fills me with a ridiculous amount of pride.

“Keep sucking, principessa, just like that.”

Digging my fingers into his thighs, I lower myself onto him as much as I can. There’s no way in hell I can take all of him in, so I don’t even bother trying. I focus on the top half of his cock, sucking and licking and kissing him until spit is dripping from my lips, coating his entire shaft and puddling at the base.

“I want to feel that small hand of yours around my dick, Natalya, right fucking now,” he growls out.

Bringing one of my hands to him, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft as best I can.

“Tighter.”

I tighten my grip, grateful for his instructions. I want to make him feel good, but I’ve never done this before, and I need the help.

“Good girl, now stroke me, principessa.”

I slowly start to stroke him, gripping him tightly as I bring my hand up and down while I suck on his head. After a few seconds, I find my rhythm, timing my hand with my sucking so I’m working him in tandem.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fisting my hair even tighter. “I’m so fucking close.” His hips rock in the chair, thrusting up to fill my mouth even more. “Be a good girl and take what I give you. I’m going to kiss you after this, and I better be able to taste my cum on your tongue.”

God, this man’s dirty talk is going to be the end of me. All my focus is on giving him pleasure, but I can feel how wet my panties are, and I know it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.

I suck him harder, moaning against him when he growls my name and his hips thrust up even harder before his whole body shudders and the wet heat of his release hits my mouth. Surprised by the new sensation, I pause for just a second before his cock jerks inside me again, shooting more of his seed to the back of my throat. Raspy Italian fills my ears as I suck harder, drunk on the feel and taste of him, on knowing that I’m the one to pull those deep groans from him and that it was my name on his tongue as he came so hard he forgot his English.

Even after he starts to soften, I rest the side of my face on his thigh and keep gently sucking him, not ready to break contact. His fingers run through my hair while he gets his breathing under control. Bringing his other hand to my cheek, he softly caresses my stretched-out lips that are still locked around him.

“You’re perfect, principessa, so fucking perfect.”

I flick my tongue along the underside of his cock and give him another soft suck. He lets out another sexy groan and then an annoyed one when his phone starts to ring. Reaching for it, he lets out a heavy sigh.

“It’s your dad,” he says, freezing me in place.

The phone keeps ringing while he waits for me to let him go, but I don’t. I know I should, but for reasons I can’t explain, I just don’t. He’s mine, and I can block out who he’s talking to if he can. It’s not like he’s in the same room as us.

“You sure about this, principessa?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan.

He answers the phone while running his finger over my lip again. “Hey, Lev.” He sounds so casual. No one would ever suspect that my mouth was wrapped around his cock right now. “No, everything’s fine. She probably just left her phone in the room.”

Dominic feels me tense when I realize my dad must’ve been trying to call me and then got worried when I didn’t answer. His finger strokes my lip and cheek while my body relaxes against him.

“She’s doing fine,” Dominic says, and then adds, “I’m taking good care of her.”

The corner of my mouth fights a grin, but he sees it anyway and caresses it with his thumb. I’m glad I can only hear one side of the conversation. It makes it easier to pretend he’s not talking to my dad while I still have his dick in my mouth.

“My men haven’t heard anything yet, but we will. I’ve sent out extra guys, and I told them not to hold back. If there’s anything for them to find, trust me, they’ll find it.”

I can hear the fury in his voice when he adds, “I take this just as personally as you do. This happened in my territory, and I see it as a direct attack on what’s mine.”

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