Page 117 of A Beautiful Crime

“Constantine,” she whines. I’ll always love my name coming from her lips, but this way? This way will always have my blood running hot and leave me not thinking properly.

I press my mouth against her and hum deeply. The vibration has her writhing against the duvet. Working her up I press a kiss against her slit. A throaty moan escapes her and I smirk.

“How bad do you want me, Carina?” I pull her dress to where the remainder of the garment sits below her breasts.

Dio mio, she’s fucking breathtaking.

Her hourglass figure is almost on full display for my eyes to feast upon. The slight curve of her stomach flaring out to lush hips I can sink my fingers into. Toned legs adorned by pale white tiger stripes on the inside of her thighs. She’s a gift from the heavens.

I’ll die a happy man with those thighs suffocating me as I eat her out.

“I want you, Constantine,” she whimpers. “So, so bad.”

Hearing how much she wants me gives me the greatest high no drug ever could.

And as much as I would love to tease her more, hear her beg, even I can’t resist any longer.

Twisting the string waistband of her thong it falls apart and I’m gifted the sight with the prettiest cunt I have ever seen.

While I’m fucking mesmerized by the sight of her, pink and wet, for me, I hear her say, “Those were my favorite.”

I glance up at her to find a teasing smile and a dark brow raised. “I’ll buy you more, mia leonessa ,” I promise her. Fuck, I’ll buy her all the lingerie she desires as long as I’m the only man who can take it off. Or destroy it.

“Are you going to ruin them each time?”

“Do you have any objections?”

“Looks as if you’ll be spending a large amount of money on lingerie.”

“Again, are there any objections?”

She shakes her head, an amused smile on her face. “As long as you don’t see it as a waste of your money.”

I grab her thighs and pull her down to the edge of the bed. With excitement in her eyes she follows my lead by hooking her legs around my neck. Without warning I lick her slit with the flat of my tongue. A curse falls from her lips as her thighs squeeze against me. “First, it’s our money.” She watches with baited breath as I circle her swollen clit with my tongue. I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Second, any amount spent on you would never be a waste.” Giving her just a preview I thrust the tip of my tongue in her pussy. Dio mio, the taste of her is better than anything I could’ve imagined. “And third,” I say, blowing air against her clit that has her twining her fingersin my hair, “I’m going to fuck your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

Not waiting for a response I thrust my tongue in her cunt and lick like a man who has been dying of thirst.

Her thighs tighten around my head as a tremor wracks her entire frame. The heels of her feet dig into my back. And the most primal and erotic moan fills the air. Tightening my hold on her I sink my fingers in her ass cheeks. There will be bruises tomorrow. The only marks of pain Carina should ever wear are the ones brought by pleasure.

I can feel her cunt tightening around my tongue. Not wanting her to come just yet I leave the sweet taste of her pussy to circle the swollen nub that has been begging for my attention. She pulls my hair then, enough for it to sting my scalp. I tease her a bit more, not being able to help myself. I flick against her clit with fast jabs before I suck it into my mouth.

“Dio mio. Per favore. Per favore.”

Hearing her in our natural tongue has my cock throbbing. Releasing her clit I peer up to find her eyes screwed shut and face twisted with pleasure. Tears leak from her eyes, mascara smudged. I have never seen a more beautiful sight.

I hover my mouth over her opening as I say, “Don’t beg with god, Carina.” I then nip her clit which has her eyes bursting wide open with a sharp inhale. Now that I have her attention I demand, “Say my fucking name as I’m eating this pretty fucking pussy.”

“Constantine,” she cries.

And I reward her by fucking her with my tongue the way my cock longs to. She buries her fingers in my scalp as the telltale signs of her release are imminent. I breathe in her scent, the sweet femininity that tastes even sweeter as her cum smears my mouth and travels down my chin.

Fucking her with my mouth is the most alive I have ever seen her. Her body is so damn responsive. Continuous moans that are incoherent pouring from those damn lips. Her pussy throbbing with every thrust of my tongue. The arch of her back and the way her legs suffocate me. She’s a live wire. Every touch of mine inducing sparks.

She comes alive only for me.

And I want her to realize it. I want her to look in my eyes as I make her come. I want her to look in my eyes and see how very much alive I make her.

I nip at her clit. “Look at me, Carina.” Her eyes fly back open as she peers down at me with eyes glittering. Dio mio, I’m about to come from that look alone. “When you come you look at me. Always.”

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