Page 48 of Dirty Big Sins

Before I could deny her, she’d sank to her knees and her hands were already pulling at my belt with clear intent. I should have stopped her. Fuck, I wanted to stop her. But I didn’t. The desire and determination in her eyes wouldn’t allow it. She hadn’t lied about needing this and what she needed I had to give. Had to. It was my pledge and I wouldn’t back down from that now. I only hoped we didn’t both end up regretting it later.

By the time I pulled my head out of the murky clouds of my own making, Zia had already unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs. I didn’t know if she was surprised to find me commando at that point because the moment she fisted my cock, I lost all train of thought.

I hissed so loud, it sounded deafening against the silence of her room. “Fuck,” I roared, grabbing at her hand to keep her from moving it anymore. I’d never been this fucking sensitive to a woman’s touch in my entire life, but I could already feel that she was going to make me explode and it was going to happen much faster than I’d like.

A situation not helped by looking down at her flushed cheeks and mussed hair. Seeing her free of makeup and with no emotional barrier between us broke completely through the last of my resistance and possibly my control. I cupped her chin and held her captive and unable to turn away.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d refer you to my earlier comment about topping from the bottom.” She started to protest and I used my thumb to clamp her lips closed. “I know, baby. I can see it. And God help me, I don’t have it in me to deny what you need right now. But I can’t promise I won’t go too far. So you’ve got to promise you’ll use your safeword if I hurt you or push you too hard. Is that understood?”

She nodded. It was a nice gesture, but not enough. I released her lips. “Say the word, Zia. I need to hear it.”

“Promise,” she said in a breathless tone and that was all I could take.

I tightened my hand around hers until there was a mercilessly tight grip around my cock. Her silky soft fingers with the power of my hand behind them. I didn’t even bother holding back my groan. Not when having her here like this, on her knees with the need to touch me, was incinerating all of my resistance.

It was beyond great, but I needed something more. Something more personal first.

I bent down and pressed my mouth to hers, engulfing us both in the sizzling heat of a kiss so powerful I felt drunk. I reached for her tits and pinched a nipple in a vise-tight grip until a keening cry burst from her lungs and filled my mouth. Fuck, she was so perfect. It had become crystal clear to me over the last weeks that I would do anything for these moments with her. This only solidified that belief.

If I needed to murder someone to possess her, then so be it. Her godfather, my father, could go to fucking hell if he thought he could interfere between us again. I wasn’t going to stand for it.

Nor was I going to tolerate this cloud over her head because of some fucking pictures. But as much as I wanted to formulate my next steps in our future, I couldn’t focus beyond the kiss and the way her hand moved over my dick. I dropped my hand away and allowed her to take over as she’d all but demanded.

My fierce little chef needed this moment and I had committed to giving it to her. I only hoped I didn’t lose all control in the process.

“Fuuuck, Zia.” I wrenched free from her mouth and pressed my forehead to hers. “You’re going to make me lose my mind.”

“Good,” she replied. “It’s high time someone turned the tables on you. Maybe it’s my time to dirty you up.”

I tried to laugh and failed. While her statement bordered on ludicrous, there was no humor in the darkness that filled my mind. I’d never fully unleashed myself with someone else and the idea of it terrified me. Anytime I lost control, bad things tended to happen.

A split second later, she’d released me and sucked me deep into her mouth instead, her nails also digging hard into my thighs. I stood ramrod straight and roared to the ceiling as she bathed my cock with her tongue. When the vibrations of her appreciative moan moved against my shaft, I surged forward and pushed as deep into her mouth as I could possibly get.

To her credit she didn’t choke right away. She tried to swallow against me and allow me access to her throat. That’s when her gag reflex kicked in and I nearly died from that momentary squeeze before I was forced to pull back and allow her to breathe. For a quick moment I thought I would regain some control until her soft hand squeezed my heavy balls.

“Goddammit. You are going to break me.”

She moaned against my flesh and this time that vibration set me off. I grabbed her head and surged forward again, sinking deep before quickly pulling back. Her tongue lashed at me as I pumped in and out. That familiar tingle at the base of my spine had turned into a full-blown firestorm. Her and that wicked tongue of hers was going to make me blow in record time.

I knew there were words tumbling out of my mouth, but I’d lost all sense of what they were. I was too busy fighting to maintain control. A doomed mission from the moment she’d touched me.

“Never letting you go again.” My balls drew tight and I gave in to the sensations already engulfing me. My dick swelled to the point of pain it got so tight. All while she moved along my length, torturing me with pleasure. I couldn’t rip my gaze from the incredibly sexy sight of her lips gliding around my girth. Or the stretch of them as she worked diligently to take it all.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re making me come. Look at me.” My words came out strained and animalistic, reflecting every primal thought flooding my mind.

Slowly her hooded eyes opened wide and our gazes met and locked. My heart beat erratically as layers of sensation and feeling bombarded me from that look. Not that it mattered. I couldn’t stop what was happening, nor could I tear my gaze away from hers. In fact, I barely recognized the anguished growl from my own mouth as her hands fastened around my ass as I thrusted into her with short, frantic movements.

“You are mine.” I barely got the words out through gritted teeth before the heat of my release raced up my spine. However, her own cry did snag my attention as I realized she’d slipped one hand between her legs and now her entire body shook with tremors from her own impending release.

“Come now,” I ordered alongside a deep, dark bellow. I wanted to watch her explode—no, fuck that.

I jerked free from her mouth and as gently as possible, pushed her down to the plush carpet and shoved her hand away from her pussy.

Before she could get out an objection, I had two fingers buried deep and within seconds her muscles clenched while a scream tore from her luscious lips. Lips that I noticed had remnants of my cum on them. If she hadn’t already drained me, I would have come again from the sight.

Then there were the beautiful tears streaming down her face. Each one a testament to the emotions arcing between us. Somewhere along the line, I’d let her in. We’d gone beyond lovers and she’d certainly become more than something to possess. Although possession was still 9/10ths of the law and as far as I was concerned that was more than enough for me. She belonged to me.

Only now, I belonged to her too. Something had ripped open inside me and now I was a bundle of exposed nerves and they fucking hurt.

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