Page 159 of A Beautiful Crime

Before another lie can escape I slam my mouth on hers. Her lips show no resistance as I pry her mouth open with my tongue and kiss her with fervor. Sweet and heady moans bubble from her chest and I collect them like my very own treasures.

Her body succumbs to me so beautifully. All the soft lush curves meld against my hard frame. Her heel digs in my ass as she kisses me back with equal fervor. I grind against her and fuck her mouth like I would her cunt.

Determined hands roam my body before they stop to fist the material of my shirt. In one second flat the buttons fly as shetears the material off of me. Biting my lip to draw blood she breaks the kiss and pushes me back with a force that stuns me.

I lean against the desk and await hungrily for her next move. With a confident gait she struts towards me. Her hips moving back and forth in an enticing way to drive any man mad. She assesses me like a predator, and I am all too willing to be her prey.

“Unbuckle your slacks,” she demands in a husky tone.

I quirk an eyebrow. “Why should I? Are you admitting to wanting me, Carina?”

She closes the distance. Her eyes focus on the carving of her name above my heart. They soften. Because despite the hurt she feels that muscular organ residing in her chest will always beat for me. I’m the one who brought her back to life. I’m the one her heart belongs to.

The pad of her ring finger that bares my mother’s ring traces the carving. A whisper of a touch that ignites my blood and causes my skin to aflame.

Her palm then covers the declaration of love and promise of power. She steps closer, fitting her body between the space of my legs. Her lips ghost the shell of my ear as she breathes, “I don’t have to forgive you to fuck you.”

Before I can utter a response she forces me down on the desk with the flat of her hand, hikes up her dress and straddles me.

I can feel how wet she is through her soaked thong. And she can feel how hard I am against my slacks. Boldly she grinds down against me, circling her hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head as a hiss of pure bliss escapes me.

Deftly she unbuckles my belt, releases the button of my slacks and undoes my zipper all with one hand. Bewitched, I raise my hips slightly to accommodate her. The belt passes through the loops in one smooth go.

“Do you think you’re deserving of touch?” She asks in a breathy yet commanding tone.

The idea of being restrained has my cock harder than a fucking steel pipe. And on any other occasion I would allow her. But she needs my touch. She needs my touch to know how much I adore her. How I worship her. How I crave her.

My hands find purchase on the flare of her hips. As I dig my fingers in, sure enough to leave a bruise, I grind her down harder against me. “Do you want to deny yourself the pleasure it will bring?” Before she can rebuttal I make my point by cupping her breasts. She bites down on her lip to suppress the moan of desire. Molding them in my hands I push them together before paying equal attention to both.

Her hips move on their own accord. Creating a lazy rhythm that is both maddening and addicting. “I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I? Playing with your magnificent tits.” She bites back another moan but rolls her hips. My cock cries to feel her wet cunt bare.

While she’s lost in the feel of my touch I raise myself up to where I am sitting beneath her. She’s so wet that she’s soaking the fabric of my briefs.

Needing this material off of her more than I need air I grab the material bunched at her thighs and rid her of it. My eyes feast upon her flesh. And despite her sexual prowess she blushes before me. “What a stunning vision you are.”

Her hands cover mine. Regaining control she locks her hands around my wrists and forces my hands to rest back on her hips.

I take direction and leave them there. By the wild look in her eyes I’m all too filled with anticipation to see what she will do to me next.

And I am not disappointed when her hand circles my neck, finds my pulse point, applies the barest hint of pressure and forces me back on the cool hard surface of the desk.

With one hand on my neck the other tugs on the hemline of my briefs. I raise my hips once more and the material falls to my feet.

Like a panther she leans over my body, aligning us perfectly, all the while collaring my neck. Her lips brush against mine as she says cockily, “And I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I? Having you under my mercy. Perhaps I should deny you orgasm after orgasm. Get my fill of you and leave you to fend for yourself.”

Giving me a hint of a taste her tongue flicks my bottom lip before she retreats. And while I may be playing her game I’m known to bend the rules. Twisting the string of fabric along her hip I tear it. I do the same to the other side and flick the useless garment aside.

Finally I feel her glorious cunt against my aching cock. I’m so pent up I could blow just like this. Like a fucking prepubescent boy who just discovered pussy.

“You’re even more beautiful when you are cruel,” I sing my praises.

“Is there anything I can do that would turn you against me?”

“No.”

Her eyes soften and yet her hand cinches around my throat. “How pathetic.” And as she says those cruel words by her tone she doesn’t mean it. “Perhaps you’ve earned yourself a taste.”

I await for her to dip her fingers in her pussy and spread the juices of her arousal against my lips. But she doesn’t. Instead she pries my mouth open wide. And then she spits in my mouth.

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