Page 15 of Tempted By Sin

“So fucking round and perfect.” His hand comes down on my right cheek, and I moan in response. “And it’s all mine.”

I want to tell him that’s not true, but I’m momentarily distracted by him shoving my underwear down to my bent knees. He drops to his knees behind me as his hands roam over my backside, touching me as if he can’t get enough.

My forehead meets the sheets beneath me as I focus on my breathing and not the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. Every touch from this man has me seeing stars, my body reacting without hesitation. If I were to touch my skin where his hands have been, I would be burned because, right now, I feel like I’m on fire.

He drags a finger up between my thighs, circling my drenched clit. I groan into the mattress, unable to stop myself.

“You’re making a mess of yourself, little bird. So wet and needy.”

His lips make contact with my pussy, and I just about lose my vision. I grip the sheets and groan as his tongue slips between my folds, sucking and licking like a starved man out in the forest. His large hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he fucking devours me.

“Shit,” I hiss, my vision blurring as his tongue punches in and out of me. “God.”

“I can be your god,” he murmurs against my lips, the vibration sending another moan out of my throat. “All you have to do is ask.”

Just as his tongue slides between my folds again, his fingers digging painfully into my skin, he’s gone. I’m all but panting as I hear what sounds like a belt buckle being loosened behind me. I look over my shoulder to see him pulling his belt through the loops of his pants, dropping it haphazardly to the floor beside him.

My eyes widen when he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. Within seconds, his thick cock springs free. Angry veins circle the base like vines, the size of it intimidating. It’s by far the biggest I’ve ever seen.

“You like what you see, little bird?” he utters as he catches my gaze.

I swallow, unable to speak. How do I respond to something like that?No, I’m actually terrified of you putting that massive thing anywhere near me. But that’s not true. Yes, I like it.

He steps behind me, his hand grazing over the curve of my ass before slapping it with such force I nearly drop to my stomach. “I asked you a question.”

“Ye-yes,” I murmur, throat thick.

“Good girl.” His finger slides between my aching folds, gathering my arousal before using the same hand to pump his cock, all the while his gaze holds mine.

Goddamn.

Although he’s fully clothed, I can’t deny how sexy he is. This man is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen, his beauty unmatched. Just the sight of him watching me from behind messy strands of inky hair tightens the tension building in my core.

I gasp when the crown brushes against my entrance. My fingers grip the sheets tighter, partly to stop my arms from trembling but also to hold me in place as he nudges inside of me, inch by painfully slow inch.

“Fuck,” he groans as his hands find my hips, fingers digging into the raw skin again. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I’m breathless by the time he bottoms out, the size of him intruding and overwhelming. My body is vibrating as I adjust to his size, the fullness slowly morphing into pleasure.

His hand comes down on my ass, the sound echoing around the empty room. He pulls back, only to slam into me again. I gasp, having not expected him to do that and hold onto the sheets for dear life as he continues to draw back and slam into me at a rhythm that has my head spinning and my eyes rolling back into my head.

“That’s it,” he grunts as his grip on my hips tighten. “You take my cock so well.”

I respond with a moan as his thighs meet mine in a symphony of slaps. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back and my chest forward as he continues to drive into me, unrelenting. His grip isn’t tight enough to constrict my airways, but it’s enough that my vision blurs at the edges. It’s a pleasure I have never experienced before but something I find myself enjoying.

A deep, guttural groan falls from his lips the deeper he hits inside me, as if he can’t get enough and needs more. He strikes me as the type of man who is far from vanilla, possibly into some crazy shit, so he needs that something extra to get him off. What though, I’m not sure.

My palms are slick with sweat as he fucks me like a mad man, our breathing mixing in whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy. I’m unable to form a single sound that isn’t a moan, and profanities fall from his lips every so often, tightening the tension building in my core.

My lungs ache for air as he continues to hold my throat, and my legs and back are screaming at me to relieve the pressure he’s putting on them, but I don’t want this to end. The pleasure and desire coursing through every inch of my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Being with this man is intense and fucking crazy, but I crave more. Something, anything. Justmore.

As if hearing my thoughts, he releases my throat and pulls out of me. A whine slips past my lips at his absence, but it doesn’t last long before he grabs my waist and flips me on my back. Our eyes clash in a fiery blaze as he stands above me, his breathing erratic. A light sheen of sweat covers the inky strands of hair and causes them to stick to his forehead.

My panties torn, it’s easy for him to grab my knees and force them apart, allowing him to step between them. Without tearing his eyes from me, he grabs the base of his cock and shoves into me. I throw my head back as another moan filters into the air.

The bed is high enough that it allows him the perfect angle to drive into me relentlessly. My tits bounce wildly with each thrust, and I struggle to force air into my lungs as my core tightens, chasing a release.

I wish he wasn’t clothed so I could see what’s hidden beneath. Having me naked and completely at his mercy while keeping his clothes on is likely his way of staying in control of the situation and keeping that distance between us. Because at the end of the day, this is just sex and nothing more. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.