Page 129 of A Beautiful Crime

I see it in the way his eyes glaze over with desire every time I moan. How his hands eagerly yet reverently caress my flesh. And when I do come? There’s pure euphoria and awe on his face.

It’s as if he was born to give me pleasure and pleasure alone.

And while I’m about to get down on my knees and worship him, make no mistake, this man before me worships me every second of each day. With every look. With every touch. With every word.

Constantine Donati is a man who bows to no one and yet he bows to me.

He places his hand on my shoulder and gently applies pressure to bring me to my knees.

My knees hit the soft rug as I assume the position for him to ravage my mouth.

His hand slides from my shoulder to the crown of my head. Those skilled fingers massage my scalp before he winds his hand in the long tresses of my hair. He gives it a tug. I feel the slight sting in my scalp as pleasure zaps down to my throbbing core.

I lick my lips in anticipation as he squeezes out a pearl of precum. I’m overcome with the need to taste him. To be as intimately acquainted as he is with me.

“My beautiful slut so eager to have her mouth filled with my cock.” The inner walls of my pussy clench. I can feel my arousal trickling down my thigh.

He tugs my hair once more, this time rougher. My head is tipped back at an uncomfortable angle but I don’t mind. Not when I see the desire in his eyes. “My innocent little Carina yet so deviant when it comes to her sexual desires.” With his hand wrapped around his dick he brings it to my parted lips. Then, he allows me the first taste of him. He traces the head of his cock along my lips, painting them with his precum. Before I can stick my tongue out for a real taste of him he backs away slightly. And I fucking pout. “You’ve never had a man fuck your throat before, have you, mia leonessa?” He knows damn well he’s my only sexual experience in everything. But I’ve come to learn Constantine gets off on knowing he’s my one and only sexual partner. It gets him hot knowing how much he’s going to corrupt me, defile me. And fuck, it gets me hot, too.

With the restraints of my hair being held I shake my head to the best of my ability. His eyes glaze over with even more lust than before. He grips his cock again, pressing the head against the seam of my lips. “Taste it.”

Finally, given permission I taste him for the first time. I flick my tongue against the head of his dick and his fist tightens in my hair. Needing more of a taste I swirl my tongue around the mushroom head.

He tastes different. Salt mixed with musk. A carnal sweetness that is addictive.

Taking in the angry veins on his cock I trace them with my tongue from root to tip. He groans loudly, hips pushing forward.

Wanting to take him by surprise I open my inexperienced mouth wide and take him halfway in. I look up at him through my lashes as I do so. And with half of his length in me my eyes water.

His eyes flare. “How beautiful you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth and tears staining your cheeks.” His praise warms me. Like an addict I want more of them. Digging my nails in the back of his thighs I try to take him further. “Relax your throat and hollow those cheeks, amore.” I do as he says and find taking him marginally easier.

Constantine is huge. Thick and long. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to deep throat his cock with ease. But my determination to please him has his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes sting as I gag on his dick. But the need to hear his praise far outweighs all my discomfort.

He keeps his hips still. As tears stream down my cheeks, saliva pools around his dick. “Such a good fucking girl you are, Carina.” Heat floods my core. “You take my cock so beautifully.” He flexes his hips back giving me some reprieve before he slowly thrusts back in. “I’m going to fuck your throat now. I want to feel your throat tightening around my dick. I want you to give me your all, Carina, because I’m not holding back.”

It should disturb me how much I want this. I want him to use me. Ravage me. I want him to lose control and fuck my throat with vigor.

He doesn’t see me as fragile and I love how he doesn’t want to treat me as fragile either.

Without wasting another second he begins fucking my throat like he promised. I gag. I spit. Tears stream down my face. I suck eagerly and sloppily. While he abuses my mouth I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I clench my thighs as he continues to drive faster and deeper.

The sound of my muffled moans and whimpers fill the air.

I feel him swell in my mouth. Judging by the quickened pace of his hips I know he’s close. And I find myself anticipating his release. I want to choke on his come and have him force me to swallow it.

Before my fantasy can become a reality he pulls his painfully hard dick out of my mouth. A second later he has me up off my knees and bent back over the desk. Kicking my legs apart he spreads them wide. Without warning he thrusts his cock all the way in my aching and unbelievably wet pussy.

I cry out at the intrusion as he groans in satisfaction.

With his hand pinned on the back of my neck he grinds his hips against me, all the while keeping his dick fully seated inside me.

“As much as I would’ve loved seeing you choke on my come, I need to fill your pussy more.” Fuck, I love his dirty mouth. I clench around him. “My dirty girl likes that doesn’t she? She wants to be filled with my come.”

Delirious, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan out, “Yes.”

He slaps my ass and I feel the sting of his hand as he caresses the cheek he smarted. “Now be my good girl and take my cock like the slut you are.” One hand gripping my hip, the other pinning down my neck he fucks me savagely. Each thrust is more powerful than the last. In this position he’s reaching places he’s never reached before. He feels deeper. I feel fuller.

The crescendo of sweet oblivion builds in my core.

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