Page 79 of Made to Sin

My heart skipped its next beat.

“It’s not.”

We both know that wasn’t true. There was no other source for the blood, and even if there was, I wrapped around him so tightly, there was no denying it was my first time.

His hands went around my waist gently, and I was scared he was going to pull out completely. While the pain was piercing, the thought of stopping was unbearable. Not giving him the chance to do it, I pushed back onto his length with my full might. I let out a half moan, half cry at the force, and he let out a groan of his own.

I was flushed against him, my ass hitting his stomach. He gritted out another curse under his breath but stayed still. Maybe it was the stubbornness in me that wanted it to feel good, but I continued moving, despite my walls protesting.

I could tell he was holding back, his fingers branding deeply into my waist, letting me adjust. “That’s it, sweetheart, you’re taking me so well.”

The softness in his voice was all it took for my walls to loosen. My body loved to listen to this man.

Every thrust lit a new flame, and as I became comfortable, I started moving faster, bolder— lavishing in the fullness.

His body came down on mine, and he whispered praises in my ears. “You were fucking made for me, Katarina.”

“That’s right, take me like the good girl you are.”

“This pussy is so perfect.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

My walls clenched at the reminder, gripping his dick in a vice. With another string of curses, he decided I was adjusted. His handsreturned to my waist, not allowing me to move anymore.

I whined in opposition at the aching emptiness, but it was short-lived. Pulling out until his tip remained, he slammed into me so hard, my head dove back into the pillow. Instead of tears, this time, I was muffling my uncensored screams each time he repeated the movement.

Without stopping his thrusts, one of his hands came around to squeeze my bouncing breast. Pleasure erupted from my core and started spreading like wildfire. My moans rang throughout the room, growing louder as he continued ramming into me.

He let go of my breast and grabbed ahold of my hair, forcing me to stare up at the ceiling. “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Mine,” I lied.

It had been his since he first licked me on the kitchen counter the other day, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t give him the advantage of knowing how just inexperienced I was.

“Who’s. Pussy. Is. This?”

He punctuated each word with a rough thrust.

I bit my lips to keep the moans at bay. Breathlessly, I said what I knew would make him stop asking.“Mine, and whomever I want to give it to.”

He growled, the displeasure telling me there was going to be no more gentleness. I poked the beast, and I was going to have to deal with the consequences.

Merda,my stubbornness would be the death of me.

“Remember what I said if you let another man touch you, Katarina,” was the last warning before he dove into me like a madman.

With my hair still in his hands, I could only arch my back and take what he gave. There was no restraint in his thrusts, each stroke was deliberately meant to drive me to insanity.

“Luciano, I’m going to come,” I screamed out as my walls squeezed around him, ecstasy filling my veins.

He didn’t stop, fucking his temper away and punishing mefor causing it. The room was overtaken with obscene noises of our skin slapping against each other mixed with my sinful screams. The euphoric feeling increased tenfold as he thrust into me harder, deeper, faster.

My vision grew blurry as another orgasm racked through my body. I came with him inside me, covering him in my sticky juices.

He froze inside me with a groan and bent down until his breath was by my ear. “You’ve never been more gorgeous than when you come all over my cock, Katarina.”

I shuttered and moaned at the praise, becoming horny seconds after a previous release. I never knew I had a praise kink until I met him. Then again, I also never knew how enjoyable sex was either. And now that he had unlocked it, I didn’t think I could go back.

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