Page 59 of Born into Sin

To prove his point, he closes the distance and gives my top lip a soft suck while dragging his fingers down my spine. I let out a soft gasp and melt against him, opening my lips for more.

“Do you see how perfect you are?” he murmurs, teasing me with another soft lick. His hand trails lower, tracing my spine until he reaches my ass. Filling his palm with one cheek, he gives me a squeeze and presses me even tighter against him. The hard length of him digs into my stomach, and all I want to do is get him naked and inside me.

“Do you want this?” He rocks his hips and nips at my lip again. When I nod my head, he squeezes my ass harder. “I need to hear you say it, principessa.”

“Yes, I want this,” I whisper, already reaching up to start on his buttons again.

“You want what?” His mouth lifts in a sexy smile as he rocks his hips again.

“You know what I want.”

He smiles even bigger at my tone and the way my cheeks are turning red. Pulling back just enough for him to see me better, he drags a finger along one of my flaming cheeks.

“I know exactly what you want, Natalya, but I want to hear you say it.” His finger runs over my mouth, lightly grazing my lips. “I want to hear those filthy words come from your sweet mouth.”

Cupping my face and ass, he lightly grazes my cheek with his nose, breathing me in before he whispers, “Say it, sweetheart. Say, Dominic, I want your cock inside me. Tell me that you don’t care that I’m more than twice your age or that I’m friends with your dad. Let me hear you say it, principessa.”

The hand on my ass slips lower before he snakes it under my dress and inside my panties, filling his palm with my bare cheek. He massages me, digging his fingers in and kneading my round ass until I’m practically purring at how damn good it feels. When he dips lower and cups my bare pussy, he growls something in Italian and holds me tighter.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His accent is thicker, and the sound of it has me wetting his fingers even more. When he feels it, he groans and rests one finger along my soaking wet slit, pressing in just hard enough to part my lips without sinking fully inside. When I clench around his finger, he groans and growls, “Jesus fucking Christ, principessa. You trying to pull me in?”

“Maybe.”

“Tell me.” He presses in just a bit harder. “Fucking beg me for it.”

I’m all set to hold out because I like the push-and-pull we have going, but then he brushes the pad of his finger along my clit, and I’m done for.

“Please,” I beg.

When he just raises a brow at me, I add, “I want your cock inside me, Dominic.”

I’m rewarded with another soft stroke along my clit.

“I don’t care that you’re more than twice my age.”

My knees nearly buckle when he drags his finger along my sensitive folds, making every part of my body throb with need.

“And?”

I meet his gorgeous eyes. “And I don’t care that you're friends with my dad.”

“Good girl,” he groans and very slowly slides his finger into me. “This is mine, principessa. Say it.”

“This is yours,” I whisper, clutching his shirt as he fingers me faster.

“What’s mine?”

I let out a frustrated groan that has him fighting a grin. “My pussy,” I tell him. “My pussy is yours, Dominic.”

“Only mine?”

“Yes.” Sliding my hand down, I grip the hard length of him. “And what about you?”

I don’t miss the soft laugh he gives. “What about me?”

“Is this mine and only mine?”

I massage his cock, feeling it grow even bigger as he strains against his pants, desperate to break free and claim me. He closes his eyes, rocking his hips and leaning into my touch. The sight of him so obviously enjoying my touch is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.

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