Page 53 of Daddy's Sinner

I watch as he slowly pulls the hem up, revealing more of my skin to his greedy gaze. His fingers dance lightly across my bare skin, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through me as his hands trail up my sides. He murmurs, “You are everything a man can only dream of a fantasy incarnate. You have bewitched me, body and soul.”

His voice is dusted with pure desire, heightening the already thick tension between us. His roughened fingers inch over my navel, tracing the delicate curve of my waist, creating a path of goosebumps on my overheated skin. Leaning closer, he brushes his lips against my neck, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. “I love you more than I ever thought was possible.”

“And I you,” I whisper, and that is the absolute truth. I am irrevocably in love with this devil who has stolen my heart and redefined the meaning of passion for me. His smile deepens at my confession, the wicked gleam in his eyes turning tender. A tenderness only meant for me. His hot gaze feels as intimate as his fingers diving under my fragile lace panties, teasingly tracing the wetness pooling there. He gasps in delight, the naughty smile never leaving his face as he confidently pushes a finger inside, making me squirm only to heighten his pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, his voice full of arousal, “as if you’ve been waiting for me all along. Needy little thing you are.So needy.”

I moan softly, unable to deny his claim. “I have,” I admit, feeling a rush of excitement knowing my desire for him matches his for me.

Without missing a beat, he slides another finger inside me, pushing me further past the brink of control. His thumb finds my sensitive bundle of nerves and starts to circle, sending waves of pleasure pulsating through my veins.

“Do you want me?” he asks, his eyes locked onto mine, seeking my permission to continue exploring my body. Even though he doesn’t need it, he still seeks it. I smile at my Devil and then nod, my breaths becoming shallow and quick with each thrust of his fingers.

“Then say it,” he urges, his voice rough. “Tell me what you want, little demon.”

“I want you,” I confess, the words hanging between us like the promise of heat. The way Matheo looks at me, the way he touches me, fills me with a heat that is both comforting and wild, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

With one more heated glance, he continues to plunge his fingers deeper, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the beat of my heart. My breathing quickens, my body arching up to meet his touch, yearning for more.

His thumb continues to circle, the pressure building, the pleasure intensifying. I can feel every single one of my nerve endings tingling, eagerly awaiting the release that his touch promises.

“Say it,” Matheo commands again, his voice thick with desire. His fingers are now moving at a frenzied pace, matching the intensity of my heartbeat.

“I want you, Matheo,” I breathe, my voice shaking with need. “Please, fuck me.”

My Devil’s eyes flare with hunger as he pulls me closer, his cock pressing against my entrance. “That’s it. Use your words little demon.” I feel the head slide inside, and I moan at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him.

“Oh, God, yes,” I gasp, arching into him as I swallow in his length.

“No, not God,” Matheo growls, his eyes darkening with passion. “It’s just you and me, little demon. Just me and you.” With that, he begins to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that sets my entire body aflame.

I grip the countertop tightly, my breaths turning to ragged moans as his cock slides in and out, filling me completely. His thrusts are hard and possessive, driving me wild with pleasure.

“Look at you, taking me so beautifully,” Matheo murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re mine, you know that, right? All mine.”

I can’t help but laugh, a heady mix of lust and love bubbling up in me. “I’m yours, Matheo,” I admit, my voice shaky with desire. “All yours.”

He responds with a guttural groan, thrusting deeper, harder, claiming me in a way that leaves no doubt of his possession. The intensity of his movements matches the fierce obsessive love and passion we share, and I surrender completely to him, reveling in the ecstasy that only he can bring.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice a husky whisper against my ear.

“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice breaking with the sheer intensity of the moment. “All yours, Matheo. Always.”

His eyes flare with lust, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. Our tongues meet, the kiss heated and passionate as his hips continue to move. My legs tremble, my body reaching for the mind-blowing release that’s just beyond my grasp.

“Come for me, love,” Matheo whispers against my lips, his voice a low growl. “Let me see how much you want me.”

I cry out as the pleasure intensifies, building until it’s too much to bear. My body shudders and writhes beneath him as the orgasm consumes me, waves of ecstasy washing over me like a powerful tide. Matheo watches me, drinking in my pleasure, a satisfied and proud smile on his face. His lips find my neck again, kissing and licking as I come down from my high.

He pulls out of me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. He looks at me with a mixture of love and lust, and I can see the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“I want to taste you,” he growls, guiding me down from the counter, his hands firm but gentle on my hips. My legs are shaky, but I trust him to support me as he lowers me onto the cold tiles.

Matheo positions himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he lowers his head and starts to lick and suck at my sensitive spots. His tongue dances around my clit, tracing the delicate patterns that make my body feel alive. My hands grip the back of his head, urging him deeper, his mouth now covering my entire sex. His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he feasts upon me. The contractions come quickly, the pleasure overwhelming. I cry out, my voice a mix of pleasure and pain as I feel him thrusting his fingers into me once more.

As I reach the pinnacle of my orgasm, I see Matheo’s eyes lock onto mine, his expression a mix of desire and adoration. With one last thrust, he plunges his fingers deep, triggering a wave of intense pleasure that has me convulsing beneath him. My body arches and shakes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Matheo’s lips leave me, replaced by his cock seeking my entrance once more. I feel him slowly pushing inside me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice a mix of lust and love.

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