Page 74 of Be My Sinner

Her lips part with a slight whimper, allowing my tongue to enter and taste her richness. I explore her mouth, letting myself plunder and take from her, utterly addicted to her sweet nectar within mere moments. My hands reach up and tangle in her thick hair, pulling her closer to me until our bodies are flush. I can feel my hard cock digging into her stomach and coating the inside of my boxers with the drops of precum escaping my engorged head.Fuck, I need her. I need every inch of her to be mine.

I take a step forward, and she takes a step back, and then another until the back of her legs are pressed against the high mattress. I use one of my hands to cradle the back of her neck, my fingers digging into her hair and the other wrapping around her small waist, lifting her slight frame and laying her back gently against the plush mattress and all the soft linens.

I lean my body over hers, keeping most of my weight on my elbows, as I fit within the cradle of her splayed legs. Her hand rises to grip my shoulder as she widens her legs further, and her breath hitches in her throat, as I rub my confined erection against her pussy lips over the fabric of her nightgown.

I withdraw from her, and a faint, almost imperceptible moan of protest escapes her lips, leaving me uncertain whether I genuinely heard it or imagined it. I quickly unbutton my black dress shirt, pulling the ends from my pants and removing it from my body. My hands find my belt buckle, and I undo it before moving onto my pants button and zipper. As I strip off the remainder of my clothing, I watch Dinah’s eyes widen with a hint of desire, the gray overtaking the blue, and a charming blush rises to her cheeks.

Is my little serial killer aroused?Fuck, I hope so. I hope she’s getting wet for me, and I can keep her focused on me, and not acknowledging the other fuckers in the room. The ones who are tainting my first time possessing her with their presence.

Once I am standing naked before her, I slip one knee onto the mattress and lean my head down to capture one of her light brown nipples, and suck it through the fabric of the nightgown. Her body arches into my touch, as her fingernails meet my neck and shoulders. Her grip holds me to her hardened nipple as I suck deep, and little mewling sounds leave her lips.Fuck, she tastes delicious; I want and need more of her.

I shift my head and give her other nipple the same treatment. My hand moves lower over her stomach, brushing against her hip as I gather the soft fabric of her nightgown and raise it, until I can feel her flesh pressed against mine.

A hiss leaves my lips at the feel of her soft, warm skin making contact with my own. I lift myself off her slightly, allowing my grip to pull the hem of the nightgown all the way above her hips. I would love to just strip her of the whole thing and savor all that creamy skin, leaving teeth marks in my wake, but I don’t want these fuckers to have that unrestricted view of my pretty little Snow.

I trail my mouth down the middle of her chest and abdomen, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in my wake. When my head is at her pelvis, and she’s squirming below me, I place a chaste kiss on the very top of her pussy. Her rich, musky scent invades all my senses, and makes me start to lose my mind.

Get it together, fucker, we have a job to do,I admonish myself, when all I want to do is drive my aching cock inside of her tight core.

My tongue slips out of my mouth and licks the soft skin where her thigh meets her pussy, making its unhurried way across her plump, wet cunt to the other side and down. I trail kisses up and down her slit, relishing in her taste and the feel of her wetness as it coats my lips.

My tongue lashes at her throbbing hard, little clit before slipping through her drenched pussy lips and meeting her entrance. She moves restlessly below me, the muscles of her toned stomach contracting, as goosebumps rise across her flesh. Her body’s reaction to my ministrations makes me want to preen like a damn peacock. She wants me, or at least her body does, even if her mind refuses to acknowledge that truth. For the moment, that has to be enough. I’ll deal with the rest as we navigate forward together.

Here’s where stuff is about to get devious and risky. I’m hoping Dinah doesn’t give away what I’m doing to those watching. I move the two hidden blood capsules from below my tongue to the very tip, my mouth latching onto her sweet pussy as I push them inside of her. The rich hit of her flavor has me gripping her thighs in a punishing grip, and fucking her as deep as I can with my tongue.

Moans leave her delectable lips, as her head thrashes from one side to another on the mattress. Her clenched hand comes up to the back of my neck and holds me to her with force, as her back arches in pleasure. I feel a little pinch of pain as my hair is being ripped from my scalp, but it’s nothing that will dissuade me from enjoying my Snow’s rich flavor. Shit, she could rip out all my hair, and I would still sit here with my tongue buried inside of her.

Fuck, she is a meal that needs to be savored and enjoyed with time. Unfortunately, I don’t fucking have the luxury of it at the moment.

Not with these assholes sitting here getting eyes full of what belongs to me.Mine.My grip on her soft skin tightens with anger, as I think about the room’s onlookers. Their mere presence is a relentless reminder of the cage we are all ensnared in. Each masked face that leers in wicked anticipation, causing self-loathing and rage to fill my blood. The desire to crush each and every one of their skulls fills me.

Right here in the midst of this ritual, an unspoken oath forms within the depths of my dark soul. I will destroy not just their voyeuristic pleasure at my Dinah’s expense, but also the bonds that have us tethered to this unholy union, a covenant sealed in deceit and desire for power.

The Brotherhood of the Sacrament will burn at my feet, and I’ll hand its ashes to my Snow as a depraved and willing gift.

I pull back and let my fingers stroke through her glistening and aroused folds, coating them before slowly slipping them inside of her. I’m trying to be extra careful with the capsules so that I don’t pop them yet, but I also need to make sure they are deeper inside of her, so they don’t accidentally slip out when I enter her. I feel them with my two fingers, pushing them further inside of her with satisfaction. I pump once, then twice, hating that I can’t bring her to completion before I take mine.

Soon, Snow. I’ll make you cum like my dirty, little whore, over and over again until you can’t even remember your name.

The Brotherhood, however, doesn’t care if Dinah enjoys herself and cums; they just care that she bleeds. I pull myself away from her, despite my body wanting to feast on her forever. I shift back up her toned body, her skin a soothing softness against mine that causes shivers to break along my spine. The head of my throbbing, pierced cock slips between her wet pussy lips, coating itself before slipping to her entrance.

Fuck, she’s so wet and warm.My mouth meets hers once again, and I let her taste herself on my tongue before pulling back. A fleeting moan slips from her lips, and I swallow it, trying hard to hold onto my restraint.

She’s so responsive that it’s becoming harder to remember why we are doing this. That her life is on the line here and now. With my mouth just mere inches above hers, I utter, “eyes on me, baby girl. You belong to me, not to them.”

I push forward in a hard thrust that has her body shifting up the bed, and a pained cry leaving her lips loudly, as I bottom out in one harsh go. Fuck, she’s so tight, and the sound of her soft cry is making me want to lose complete control. My cock throbs painfully with the need to pound into the new heaven he’s found, without mercy.

I lower my head to the side of her neck and bite down hard, a scream leaving her lips as I slip the palm of my hand up to her mouth. I pull back and whisper in her ear, “I want to hear you scream, baby, but only for me. Those cries are mine.”

She bites down viciously with her teeth on the meaty part of my palm, and that minor hit of pain is all I need to slam into her roughly again and again. Her body keeps shifting up the mattress with the force of my thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the room, as are her muffled cries against my hand. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, trying to hold or slow the force of my strokes, but I’m not having it.

I’m on a mission to leave a permanent mark of my ownership on her pussy. I want there to be no doubt in her mind that I was here, laying claim to her, ruining her for anyone else who comes after me. I slam into her repeatedly, bracing my body on my elbows and dragging my eyes away from her beautiful face to where we are connected. Satisfaction fills me when I see a tinge of red on my cock as I pull out of her tight, drenched cunt and slam home again.

“So good, Snow. You feel like you were made for my cock, baby.”

Fuck, so good, she feels better than any pussy I have ever had. Even if I spent the rest of my life deep in her tight embrace, it wouldn’t be enough. I would still crave her until I was filled with insanity.She is mine. She was always meant to be mine, and now that I have claimed her, God help anyone who tries to take her from me.

I slide my hand from her mouth and press my lips to her ear. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Snow? Feel how your tight cunt drenches my cock, how your juices drip down my balls. You’re my little whore. You can’t get enough of my cock, can you baby?”

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