Page 7 of Sins of the Son

Refusing to break our kiss, I held her close and swung our bodies around, lifting her high until she was straddling my thigh. I placed one knee on the bed while bracing the heel of my palm against the mattress so I could slowly lower her down, not wanting to alarm her by covering her with my body weight right away.

As soon as she was prone, I couldn’t resist pressing my hips down against the top of her thigh, to ease the pressure building in my cock. Cupping her jaw, I used my free hand to work the buttons of her dress, needing to see her breasts. I wanted to see if the color of her nipples matched her lips and if they tasted just as sweet.

Her hand covered mine, trying to stop me. “Cesare, wait….”

I shook her free and wrenched open the collar of the dress, exposing the lace edge of her bra and the top curves of her breasts. “Baby, I’ve already waited an eternity. I’m not waiting any longer to make you mine.”

I kissed the top of her breast as my hand moved over her stomach to pull up the hem of her dress. My palm skimmed the warm skin of her inner thigh as I clenched my fingers over the hem of her silk panties. In my haste, I tore them off her.

“Cesare, please….”

I wedged my legs between her thighs as I tore at the zipper of my jeans. I placed open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. “Christ, I’ve waited forever to get inside this pretty pussy of yours.”

I was a man possessed. My one thought was to get inside of her. I needed to feel her hot, wet heat clasped around my cock like I needed my next breath. I would not be denied. The hounds of hell could burst through that door at this very moment, and they would not be able to drag me from between this temptress's thighs.

Her head thrashed back and forth. “Wait....”

I circled the pad of my thumb over her clit as I pushed one finger inside her slick entrance. A guttural moan escaped from deep inside my throat. My cock swelled and became painfully hard at the almost impossibly firm clench of her heat. She was so small and tight. I pushed a second finger inside and thrust as I twisted my wrist.

Her hips bucked. She reached down between her legs and pulled at my wrist. “Cesare, I can’t do this.”

I braced my forearm by her head and leaned over her, fisting my cock. “I’m sorry, carissima. You’re so goddamn tight. This is going to hurt, baby.”

I grabbed her wrists in my hands and held them to the bed as I pressed her deeper into the mattress with the weight of my body. I shifted my hips until the head of my cock was at her entrance.

Her eyes widened, “Cesare, n—”

CHAPTER 3

CESARE

I claimed her mouth the moment I thrust. My tongue speared between her lips as my cock pushed inside her body. Her pussy clamped down, resisting me. I was only halfway in. I pulled my hips back and thrust in harder. Her hips bucked.

I swallowed her scream as I was finally seated fully inside her tight heat.

I’d never felt such overwhelming pleasure in my entire life.

I wanted to thrust furiously and stay absolutely still and savor the glorious moment, all at the same time.

Finally, the beast in me won out.

I pulled back and thrust in deep. Again and again.

I released her wrists to wrap my hands around her jaw so I could tilt her head back and claim her mouth as deeply as I claimed her pussy.

I wanted to taste her heartbeat.

I wanted to swallow her every breath.

I wanted her only air to come from my mouth.

I wanted to feel the scrape of her teeth against my lips.

My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw and then to her cheek.

It was only when I tasted the salt of her tears that I reared back.

What the fuck?

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