Page 32 of Crimson Sin
Sliding my tongue back up, I latch onto her clit and suck hard, drawing a desperate cry from her throat. At the same time, I slide a thick finger into her ass, fucking her in slow, deliberate thrusts while my mouth works her pussy. Her body trembles beneath me, the tension building with every flick of my tongue and curl of my finger. Her breathing turns ragged, erratic, each gasp a broken plea.
“Y-yes…p-please…oh…God…”
She's so close, right on the edge. I suck harder, press deeper, and that's all it takes. Her body seizes, and her back arches as she shatters with a scream, coming hard against my mouth while I hold her through every wave of it.
Naomi is still shuddering, her body quivering beneath me as I finally release her. I rise to my feet, eyes locked on hers, and unbuckle my belt slowly. Pushing my pants down, I let them fall to the floor, revealing the thick length of my cock. It’s hard and aching for her. Her gaze drops, and her eyes go wide, lips parting slightly as she takes me in, stunned and breathless.
I step closer, watching her eyes follow every movement as I grip her bound wrists. The lace of her panties is still tight around them as I tug gently, but firmly, pulling her off the bed. She stumbles forward, gasping as her knees hit the floor, and I guide her into position on all fours, ass up, and her back arched just the way I like.
“Stay just like that,” I murmur, my voice rough with control.
I kneel behind her, running my hands over the curve of her hips, letting my cock glide along her soaked slit. She shivers, moaning when the thick head teases her entrance. I grip her hips and thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I growl, the tight heat of her body nearly undoing me. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
She cries out, her fingers flexing against the binding as I pull back and drive into her again, harder this time. Her body rocks beneath me, taking every inch I give her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, each thrust becoming deeper, rougher, and more punishing than the last.
“Say it,” I demand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back so she can hear every word. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You,” she gasps, her breath hitching. “You do.”
“Damn right I do,krasavitsa.”
I release her hair and slam into her again, relentless now, fucking her with everything I’ve been holding back. She moans, loud and desperate, her body trembling as I pound into her, chasing the edge all over again.
She’s a mess beneath me, moaning and gasping, her thighs trembling with every thrust. Her inner walls tighten around my cock, clenching with growing urgency, and I know she’s close again. I reach around and press my fingers to her clit, rubbing tight, controlled circles that send her spiraling.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice low and ragged. “I want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”
Her body bows, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she comes again, her pussy pulsing around me with raw intensity. She collapses forward, breathless and shaking.
But I’m not done with her.
I ease out and lift her into my arms, her limp, trembling frame melting against me. I tear the lace binding from her wrists and toss it aside, then lower her onto her back on the floor. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted as she stares up at me, wrecked.
I settle between her thighs, the heat of her body drawing me in like a flame. With one steady thrust, I slide back into her pussy.
“I-I can’t t-take anymore,” she gasps, eyes fluttering shut.
“Yes, you can,” I say, my voice dark and unyielding. “And you will. Open your eyes and look at me.”
She obeys, and the moment our eyes lock, she moans raw, helpless, and drenched in need. I start to move, dragging my cock in and out with slow, deep strokes, each one meant to remind her who she belongs to.
Then I pull out, my hand tightening on her thigh as I guide myself lower, pressing the thick head of my cock against the tight ring of her ass. She gasps, her back arching off the floor as I breach her with care, easing in inch by inch, stretching her open.
“Breathe,” I whisper, my voice rough against her ear. “Feel every inch. Take all of me.”
And she does.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping her thigh tighter. “So fucking tight.”
She gasps again, her fingers digging into the floor for purchase as I bottom out inside her ass. Her body trembles, overwhelmed, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t need to. The way she writhes beneath me, and the way her moans spill freely from her lips, I know she wants this just as much as I do.
I set a punishing rhythm, fucking her ass until her body adjusts, until the sounds she makes morph from strained to desperate. Then I pull out and thrust back into her pussy, slick and tight, welcoming me with a wet heat that makes my breath catch in my throat. Her walls clamp around me, pulsing from the aftershocks of her last orgasm, and I feel her teetering on the edge again.
Her cries grow louder, more frantic, as I switch between her ass and her pussy, giving her no reprieve, only more of me. I grabher jaw and force her to look at me, needing her eyes on mine as I take her apart.
“Daniil,” she whimpers, her voice breaking, and her body trembling. “I’m—please—I’m gonna?—”
