Page 51 of Sinner

In disarming her, she backed off, now sucking my fingers as I’d originally requested. I watched her in fascination as she stared into the neon of my eyes. She truly was special in every way. I’d been lucky to find her.

However, my patience had worn thin. I pulled my arm back, easily lowering the waistband on my sweatpants. The ache continued in my cock and balls even more so when the air hit them. I was so damn hard, more so than I’d ever been before.

All because of her.

My prize for taking my time in getting to know her.

I yanked her down another inch before sliding the tip of my shaft up and down her slickened pussy. With the taste of her still lingering in my mouth, I was more than ready to move to the next phase of our relationship.

She said nothing, but her eyes remained open wide as I eased my cockhead inside. When she sucked in her breath, she closed her eyes as if willing me away.

That would never happen. Soon she would learn more about just how important I was to her life.

I counted to three before thrusting the entire length inside.

“Oh!” Her moan was unlike anything I’d ever heard. So incredible. So heartfelt I was momentarily taken aback.

My body shuddered from the rush of adrenaline, the jolt so powerful I took a few deep breaths. The way her pussy muscles had clamped down around my shaft was amazing. They were throbbing as much as my cock. I glanced up at my prize, the joy and satisfaction I was experiencing better than I’d believed it could be.

“So tight. Fuck.” I pulled out, driving into her again.

She wiggled as she’d done before, struggling in my hold. But not with everything she had. Her mind was still telling her she needed to fight me while her body was drifting into full surrender.

If I was a sick man, it was for taking the time to enjoy the moment instead of just taking what I wanted. However, I did enjoy savoring every new experience as anyone should. Wine. Food. A decent Cuban cigar. They were meant to salivate over, not just consume.

I kept my grip around her wrists. They were so small, enough so I could easily hold too tightly, hurting her. That wasn’t my intention. I pulled out once again, every muscle tense from the appreciation of her. My body reacted to hers as she’d done with mine. We were powerful together, much like we’d been during the game and the live hunt.

My mind was spinning with the delicious possibilities of how she’d handle the upcoming event. Would she finally break or find the true inner strength I knew existed in her? Was she the one who could make so much of the darkness I felt disappear?

I plunged into her again, the force used driving us both against the table. Her breathing remained ragged, her eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds. She was dazzling to watch, the way she handled the brutal fucking one of the most beautiful things in my mind.

The feel of her muscles continued to excite me, to excite the man who’d rarely found any true enjoyment in his life. I’d chosen well. The girl was everything I’d craved.

Now I would be everything she needed.

I’d found it difficult over the last few days to stop thinking about her. I’d dissected her behavior during game chats since I’d kept a recording of our interactions. Of course, I hadn’t been the only male player she’d interacted with. To my surprise, that had pissed me off.

What continued to jog the darkest caverns of my mind was that she’d become such a focal point in my life and my life’s work. However, it was troubling I was no closer to comprehending why I considered her different and why I’d taken to her with such ferocity.

I kept my eyes locked on the stunning woman as I fucked her, taking my time to notice every small twitch, hearing her moans as I continued learning what made her tick. She continually tossed her head from side to side, digging her nails into her palms as she struggled to break free of my grasp.

She should know by now that wasn’t possible.

The blood coursing through my body was hot, pushing me even harder. I was a crazed man with my needs, a hunger that likely would never be satisfied. I pumped harder. Faster. Then slowed until I was barely moving.

When I pulled all the way out, marveling at the way her pussy juice had coated my cock, she jerked up as far as my hold would allow. Her mouth was twisted in frustration, her chest rising and falling.

“Do you need more, little lamb?”

Now her lower lip was quivering. “Yes. God, yes.”

“You crave pain, the heightened level of ecstasy only anguish can provide.”

She bit her lip, nodding as if completely embarrassed at her admittance. I cracked my fingers against her pussy lips several times. Her cries permeated the room, floating around us like a perfect concerto.

I thrust into her again, holding my stance before continuing a perfect rhythm, which was what she deserved. Something absolutely perfect.

Her breathing changed, becoming even more rattled. She was beginning to shift into the throes of rapture. My heart hammered against my chest, the moment of bringing her the greatest joy something that would carry me through the night.

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