Page 122 of A Beautiful Crime

He fists his cock in a grip that looks like it hurts and begins to tightly stroke himself.

Why am I so enamored by the sight of this?

“Do you see how hard I am because of you, mia leonessa?” His voice is strained as he continues to stroke himself, each pass getting rougher. “You’re the only one, Carina. The only one who makes me this way. The only one who I lose control with. Theonly one who I will ever submit to. You, baby, you have all the power.”

His words fill me with strength. Validation. Power. His words make me feel seen when all I have felt in my life is invisible.

Dio mio, he makes me feel alive.

And I never want to lose that feeling.

“I want you, Constantine.”

“Then take me, Carina. I’m fucking yours.”

Feeling empowered I nod my head and he guides his head to my entrance. I feel the tip of him press in me by an inch and I already know he’s going to have me sore for days, possibly weeks.

I lower myself on him and feel the head of his cock stretch me. I pause, getting used to the strange sensation as Constantine bites back a groan.

His fingers flex on my hips and my fingers bury themselves on his chest. “You can take me, mia leonessa. It’s going to hurt but your pussy was made for me.”

“Will I bleed?” I’ve heard of virgins who do and don’t. But given his size I can’t imagine not.

His eyes become animalistic. He growls out, “I fucking hope so. I want your blood on my cock, baby.”

Grinning down at him I match his animalistic tendencies, “I hope so, too.” Driven by mad lust I know I have lost my mind. Because nothing else would explain why instead of taking him slowly I take him all at once. I feel the pain of him stretching me, the sting that causes tears to slide down my cheeks as he pierces the thin layer of my virginity, and I cry out in half agony half pleasure as he’s seated all the way to the hilt, the tip of him hitting my cervix.

I feel so incredibly full. Stretched to the absolute max. My breaths are shaky at best as I try to accommodate to his length. Dio mio, I feel as if my pussy has been torn apart.

His hands knead my ass soothingly and I feel myself relaxing under his touch. The pain begins to slightly subside as I focus on his hands kneading my flesh.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he groans. I open my eyes to see a bead of sweat on his forehead. His brows pinched together as if he’s experiencing pain as well. I feel his cock twitch inside me as I slightly move my hips. My lips part on a heavy pant. “You feel like heaven, amore mia. You’ve obliterated every single one of my fantasies. Nothing compares to this.” His filthy mouth is exactly what I need to hear. I feel myself becoming wetter.

“Constantine,” I whine. And while I love the fact he relinquished control I have not a clue on what to do next.

He sees the inner conflict. “Lift your hips for me, Carina. Lift your hips and let me see your virgin blood claiming my cock,” he rasps the order and I have no qualms obeying. I lift my hips and feel the sting as I raise myself to where half of his cock remains inside me. I watch as his eyes gleam with possessiveness and pure undulated satisfaction. That look on his face has my blood pumping. “Look for yourself, amore. See how you own me as I own you.” And I do. I look down and marvel at the sight of us joined. How I’ve marked him just as he’s marked me. The sight has my pussy clenching around him. He steals a breath. Grasping my hips he lowers me slowly. We both watch as he disappears inside me. And seeing it makes the pain worth it. He raises my hips back up and lowers again. All while keeping a steady pace. “You take me so good, Carina.” His praise is like music to my ears.

While the slow pace he sets gets me used to his size it’s not nearly enough to satiate the hunger within me. “More,” I demand.

He releases my hips when I’m fully seated on top of him. I moan loudly at the fullness. He takes both of my wrists and places my hands around his throat. I feel his pulse thrum wildlybeneath my fingers. He forces me to apply pressure and I feel his cock swell. “When you ride my cock, mia leonessa, your hands belong here. You own my body. You own me.” He slaps my ass and growls, “Now ride me like the bad girl I know you are.”

With my hands collaring his throat and my back arched I ride him without abandon. I set a brutal pace. Having him hit a certain spot that makes me see stars every time I thrust downward. My hips move in an erratic rhythm but he doesn’t seem to care about my lack of skills.

We’re both lost in each other.

Lost in the passion.

Lost in the lust.

Lost in the dark and mad love we have for one another.

Sex permeates the air as sensual sounds of our flesh hitting flesh and moans fill the room.

“Cazzo. Dimmi che ci sei vicino. Non ho mai provato una tale fottuta perfezione.”(Fuck, tell me you’re close. I’ve never felt such fucking perfection.)

Heat intensifies in my lower abdomen as I feel a pressure unlike anything I have ever felt. It’s stronger than last night. It feels more powerful. Uncontainable.

“Constantine.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s needy and demanding all at once. Knowing what I need without me voicing it he circles my clit. As his touch becomes a tad rougher I feel myself coming undone. I cry with his name falling from my lips. And as I still above him he forces me to ride out my orgasm as he pins my hips and gives shallow yet hard thrusts from underneath me.

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