Page 63 of Born into Sin

“You’re too big,” she whispers back, digging her nails into my skin even harder.

I smile and bring my hand down to grab her leg, hiking it up so my hand is splayed across the back of her thigh and her knee is up by our chests. Gripping her tighter, I spread her wider, moving her knee to the side so she’s laid bare before me. Looking down, I groan at the sight. I’m barely inside her, and her bare pussy lips are clamped down on me, her arousal dripping down my shaft, and when I pull back, I see streaks of blood along my dick.

“Jesus,” I growl, sliding into her deeper. “I want to see you taking every inch of me, principessa, every goddamn inch.”

“You’ll never fit,” she warns me.

I give her a wink and bring my hand between us, pressing the pad of my thumb against her clit. I roll her sensitive skin in a slow circle, watching the way her pupils dilate at my touch, the way her hips instinctively rock up for more, and the way her exhale becomes a whimper.

“Pay attention, sweetheart. I’m about to prove you wrong.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I pinch her clit softly and rock my hips, sinking into her wet heat before pulling back out. I fuck her so goddamn gently with half my cock, feeling her body slowly start to accept me, to relax and open up for me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I groan, running my eyes over her, wanting to see every part of her at once but knowing it’s impossible. I watch her pussy take my cock and then watch the way her stomach tenses with each thrust and the way her hips rock up to meet mine, the way her breasts softly bounce with each gentle thrust, and then I focus on her gorgeous face. She’s no longer crying, but I can see the dried tear streaks on her skin and the way she’s still tense, still finding her way through the pain to the pleasure that’s starting to drown everything else out.

“That’s right,” I encourage her. “Focus on the pleasure, not the pain.”

I give her another inch and use two fingers to spread her open, pulling back the hood of her clit and exposing every sensitive nerve ending to the thick shaft that’s driving in and out of her.

“Oh god,” she gasps, clinging to me like her life depends on it.

“I’ll be whoever the hell you want me to be, principessa.” I rock into her even slower, letting her feel the soft, wet drag of my cock along her exposed clit. “I’ll be your god, I’ll be your devil, I’ll be your whole fucking world. Whatever you want, that’s what I’ll be.”

I know she’s close. Her inner walls are already trembling around me, and when I lower my head, she fists the back of my hair and pulls me closer, covering my mouth with hers and kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. She’s ravenous, and I’m more than ready to satisfy her.

Our tongues clash for dominance, both of us wanting and needing more, but the closer she gets to her orgasm, the more she submits, letting me take the lead. I drag my tongue along the roof of her mouth, and she lets out the sweetest whimper, opening even wider for me. I’m almost all the way inside her now, each thrust going a little bit deeper, and when I feel her body start to tense, I slam in all the way, burying myself inside her. Her pussy spasms around my cock, gripping me tighter, begging me to follow her over the edge, but by some miracle I manage to resist the pull of her sweet body. I’m not done with her yet.

“Guess who fit?” I tease the words over her lips, watching as she arches her back when another wave of the orgasm hits her.

I rock harder into her. “Do you feel that, principessa? Do you feel how wide I’m spreading you?”

“Yes,” she moans, fisting my hair to the point of pain as her heel digs into the back of my thigh, using me for leverage so she can angle her hips and take me deeper.

“Good fucking girl,” I groan, loving the way she smiles at my praise. “This is the only cock you’re ever going to have inside you, sweetheart.” I run my tongue over the seam of her lips and whisper, “Say it, principessa. I need to hear you say it.”

“Your cock is the only one that will ever be inside me, Dominic.”

Her words are ragged, panted out with each hard thrust I’m given her, and hearing them makes me fucking feral. I take her hard, harder than I had intended for her first time, but she’s right there with me, moaning my name and scratching the hell out of my back as she chases her third orgasm. This time when she screams my name into our kiss and lets go, I go with her.

Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before consumes me. I cup the back of her head and snake my other arm under her, wanting our bodies as tightly connected as possible. My cock pulses as I come inside a woman for the first time in my life, and it’s fucking euphoric. There’s nothing between us—just my cock shooting into her and her tight pussy taking every goddamn drop I’m giving her.

“Natalya,” I growl, holding her tighter. She presses her face against my neck, clutching me just as fiercely. This goes so far beyond fucking. I’m giving her a piece of myself that I’ve never given anyone before, a piece that I’ll never get back. I feel more exposed than I’ve ever been, and I’m surprised by how much it doesn’t bother me. I want to give every part of myself to her. I want her to see me as I really am. Just me. Not the mafia don, not the Alessi name, and not the man who’s friends with her dad. Just me. The man who’s completely in love with her, the man who’s just made her his whole world.

Even after I’m completely spent, I keep myself buried inside her, not ready to break the connection. Her fingers lazily run through my hair as she kisses first along my neck and then up my cheek until finally pressing her lips to mine in a soft, languid kiss of a woman who’s completely and utterly satisfied. I can’t help but feel proud and smile against her lips.

“I know I don’t have anything to compare this to,” she whispers, “but that’s not normal, right? Or is it always like this?”

I hear the worry in her voice, the doubt and insecurities, and I want nothing more than to take them all away. Lifting up, I cup her face and stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“No, principessa. It’s never been like this for me. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Nothing and no one could ever compare to this.” I rock my hips gently, still semi-hard inside her and groan at how good she feels. “Being inside you is pure heaven, and I never want to leave.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

When I let out a soft laugh, she raises a brow at me. “I’m not kidding.”

“I know you’re not, sweetheart, and I wish I could say I’m sorry, but the truth is I’m not. I love that you’re going to be sore. I love that every step you take will remind you of this moment.” I kiss her gently, giving her top lip a soft suck. “And I love that it will be a constant reminder that you’re mine, every single part of you.”

She smiles around a yawn that she tries to hide, but I notice it, I notice everything about her, and I know how worn out she is. I did not go easy on her, and she looks like she’s seconds away from falling asleep. Not wanting to slide out of her, but knowing she needs to rest, I force myself to pull back and slowly ease out of her. Even though I’m only semi-hard and trying like hell to be gentle, she still winces. When I’m free of her body, my first instinct is to slide back in, because now that I’ve been inside her, being separated from her will never feel right. I’m always going to wish our bodies were connected and that I could feel her tight pussy wrapped around me.

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