Page 33 of Sinner's Obsession

“You are sure?” he asks, his gentle tone a stark contrast to the intensity of his gaze.

I nod, the dead leaves rustling beneath my head.

Efrem’s eyes never leave mine as he unbuckles his belt, then undoes the button and lowers the zipper of his pants. Pushing them down over his hips, he releases his cock from confinement.

I swallow hard as I see his impressive girth and considerable length.

I’m not entirely sure how that’s supposed to fit inside me.

But Efrem doesn’t give me time to overthink it. Easing between my thighs once more, he aligns our bodies to capture my lips in a scintillating kiss. Fire races through my veins at the growing familiarity of his adamant lips, the slight scratch of his facial hair against my skin.

It releases the tight coil of nerves in my belly, replacing it with a warmth that reignites my hunger.

“You are so beautiful, Dani,” Efrem rasps, showering me with affection as one hand finds my breast and fondles it.

Breathing hard, I tremble with excitement, my mind consumed by the anticipation of sex with this strong, massive Greek god of a man. I can feel his silken head sliding between my fold, pressing adamantly at my entrance.

He feels so big and as hard as iron.

And as he pushes forward, penetrating me, I stretch almost painfully to accommodate him. Every inch that slides inside me sends a crackling euphoria up my spine. And at the same time, I feel as though he might just rip me in two.

“Fuck!” I moan as the intensity becomes almost unbearable.

Efrem groans, the sound mirroring my pain, and I wonder if it hurts to take a girl’s virginity. His forehead pressed to mine, our lips hovering so close that his warm, labored breaths wash across my skin.

“You are so tight,” he rasps even as he pushes further inside of me.

“Is that a bad thing?” It feels like it must be. Tears sting my eyes as I fight to control my pain. But I don’t want him to stop. Because this overwhelming fullness sets my soul on fire.

Efrem shakes his head. “You feel amazing,” he breathes.

I shudder with the intensity of his tone, and though I feel stretched beyond my capacity, my pussy tightens around his hard cock. He groans in response, and his hips jerk forward to shove inside of me the rest of the way.

I cry out as tingling pleasure ripples out to my fingers and toes.

Efrem stills, buried deep inside me, and his fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair from my face as he studies me closely. “You are okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling at the tenderness of his question, then I lift my head off the ground to kiss him fiercely. He responds in kind, his tongue stroking between my lips to taste me. And slowly, he starts to rock inside me.

I cling to his broad back as his girth stretches me with each forward thrust. Swallowing my cries of pleasure, he claims me with both his mouth and cock. I’ve never felt anything so intimate, so intense, so overwhelmingly pleasurable. It’s like we’re two pieces of a puzzle that have finally been put together. And now I feel so perfectly whole.

As the pain of his initial penetration slowly subsides, I find my arousal building to something new and more powerful. This foreign sensation of being so intensely full and claimed makes me feel deeply connected with Efrem.

I’ve never felt so natural with someone, and yet he excites me. In a world with so many rules and restrictions, Efrem offers me a sense of freedom, spontaneity. And I could drink up this newfound pleasure until it pours out of me.

Efrem’s pace gradually increases, his thrusts growing more adamant as we find a rhythm. Our breaths mingle as our lips break apart to gasp for air. And I feel myself hovering along the edge of my release.

With each rock of his hips, Efrem pounds against my clit. I can hardly stand the bursts of pleasure that pulse through me.

“Oh god, I’m coming!” I gasp as my orgasm hits me hard.

Pussy exploding around his punishing erection, I bury my face in his chest to muffle my cry of ecstasy. Walls clamping down like a vise, I grip is cock again and again, making him feel impossibly bigger inside me. My clit throbs and liquid relief gushes through my body, blinding me momentarily.

“Vy chuvstvuyete sebya slishkom khorosho,” Efrem growls, the Russian flowing from him effortlessly. “Yesli by ya ne byl proklyat v ad, ya byl by uveren, chto ty angel s nebes.”

I have no clue what he said, but just the sexy sound of his deep voice speaking to me in the sultry language drives me wild. Even as my pussy flutters with the last of my aftershocks, I feel a new, intense arousal coiling inside me.

“Tell me more,” I moan, letting my head fall back onto the hard ground.

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