Page 11 of De Luca: The Saint

I spread her legs and circle her clit with my thumb. She reacts instantly, bucking her hips while she moans. There is nothing I love more than a responsive woman. The way she reacts to every touch makes me want to slam into her pretty little cunt.

“How long has it been, Kat?”

She blushes crimson, “I had sex once when I was sixteen. So, five years.”

Once five years ago. I need to find out this fucker’s name so I can kill him for taking what belonged to me. She would say I’m being irrational, I didn’t even know her then, but it doesn’t fucking matter. The thought of her letting any man inside this cunt other than me makes me see red. I line my cock up with her entrance and push inside her. Her eyes widen, as she first gasps and then whimpers my name. Pushing into her inch by inch is killing me. I’m not normally gentle. I like rough sex. Turning her over, holding her down, spanking her ass, and fucking her while she screams is more my style. I’m not a complete asshole, though. I know I could hurt her, and I don’t want to do that.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel,” I tell her when she closes her eyes.

“It hurts,” she whispers while wiping a tear away.

I’m sure it does since she’s practically a virgin.

I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb, “Let me try to make it feel good. If it doesn’t, I’ll stop.”

Within minutes, she grips the sheets, clenching them tight in her fists as she gets closer. I take the opportunity to push all the way into her cunt.

She looks so stunning on her back, her dark hair splayed all around her, my cock buried inside her. I never want to forget this moment.

“Does it still hurt?”

She shakes her head and pulls that sexy bottom lip between her teeth before she smiles sheepishly, “No.”

Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pulls me closer. I place my hands on either side of her head and fuck her harder.

“Damian,” she moans loudly.

My face is less than an inch from hers when I order, “Come, Angel. Fucking come for me.”

She runs her hands up my arms to my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin as I feel her cunt squeezing my dick like a vice.

I pull out most of the way and snap my hips forward, slamming back into her. Every time I do, she moans.I don’t have my security system recording but right now I wish I did because I’d love to be able to play back these fucking sounds on repeat.

“Damian. Yes. Harder.”

I take that as my cue to take her how I want.

Pulling out of her, I say, “Turn over, on your stomach.”

Chapter Seven

Kat

I roll over onto my stomach as he tells me to.

He pulls my ass up until I’m on my knees, climbs behind me, and holds my head down by the back of my neck. When he lets go of me, grabbing my ass on both sides and spreads my cheeks, while growling, “Fucking perfect.”

Damian grabs my hands and pins them behind my back in one of his huge hands as he presses his cock inside me again. He pulls out most of the way and thrusts back inside me over and over again. The house is quiet. The only sound is our bodies meeting and labored breaths. Letting go of my hands, Damian runs his tongue along my back before placing soft kisses on my skin. He’s a walking contradiction. Soft and hard. Sweet and dark. The saint and the sinner. Damian grabs my ass in a bruising grip, “This pussy is fucking heaven. Even with this rubber on.”

I giggle at his comment about the condom, and he lifts his hand and brings it down on my ass.

I gasp, loudly, “Did you just spank me?”

“Yes,” he growls as he hammers into me, “There are so many things I’m going to do to you, Kitty Kat. So fucking many,” he groans as I feel his cock jerk inside me. Leaning forward, he places soft kisses along my back, “So beautiful.” He pulls out of me, “I’ll be back, I'm getting rid of this damn condom.”

I get up in search of my clothes and realize I have to walk naked through his house to find my skirt. Talk about a walk of shame.

He comes out of the bathroom, and I enter to get a towel and wrap it around myself.

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