Page 10 of De Luca: The Saint

She covers her face with both hands as her cheeks redden. I’ve never been turned on by a woman when she blushes. Fuck me, with her, I am, I want more of it.

I crawl up her body, kneeling between her legs, and pull her hands from her face, “That was the sexiest thing you could’ve done for me, Kitty Kat. Don’t apologize, don’t be embarrassed. Now kiss me so you can taste how delicious you are.”

“Oh my God,” she groans.

I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers, and slide my tongue into her mouth.

At first, she seems like she’s not sure about this, but then she melts into my kiss, wraps her arms around my neck, and runs her fingers up my nape, and into my hair before digging her nails into my scalp.

I swallow Kat’s every moan. She lifts her hips, pushing her pussy against my throbbing cock. Her slick pussy coating my dick only makes me harder. If I were any other man I’d take what I want so desperately. I never fuck without consent, but she’s testing my control.

I break our kiss and growl, “Kat, if you don’t want me to fuck you, I suggest you stop rubbing against my cock.”

My sweet little angel has a devilish side because she doesn’t stop rubbing her wet cunt all over my hungry dick.

I wrap my hand around her throat, “Katherina, do you want me to fuck you? If you don’t stop, I will.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods softly. I want her to say it. Need her to.

“Use your words.”

Releasing her lip from her teeth, she looks away from me like she feels the same intensity I do, “I want you,” she says in almost a whisper, “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Eyes on me, Angel. Don’t hide from me. You’ll watch me while you fucking shatter from pleasure.”

I lean down and swirl my tongue around one of her nipples while I pinch the other, making her yelp and then moan.

I stare at her earnestly, “You. Are. Fucking. Exquisite.”

“Fuck me, Damian,” she whispers.

Jesus fucking Christ, yes. I want to be inside her like a starving man wants food.

“Are you on birth control?”

She nods, “Yes. Why?”

“I want to feel you bare.”

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head, “No way. Condom or forget it.”

This woman. I’m not used to being told no. I’ll never fucking admit it but I secretly like it. Only hours ago she trembled as she spoke and now she’s trying to call the shots. It’s sexy even though I am intent on getting what I want. Her drenched pussy, bare, swallowing my cock.

“I’m clean, Kat.”

“Condom,” she insists.

I always wear protection, so she has nothing to worry about, but I want her, so we’ll do it her way for now. It won’t always be like this. I am going to feel her cunt bare. “Fine.”

I climb off the bed and grab a condom out of my stash in my dresser drawer. Quickly, I tear open the package, roll it onto my dick, and move back to the foot of the bed. I grab her by her feet and yank her down the bed until her ass is at the end, causing her to squeal.

Running my fingers up the center of her body, I groan, “Fuck, Kat. You’re so goddamn beautiful. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. If you tell me to stop because you don’t want it, I’ll stop. If you tell me to stop because it’s too much pleasure, I’ll keep going. Do you understand?”

She nods, “I understand.”

My gaze lands on hers, “Do you consent?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

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