Page 125 of Made to Sin

Her eyes slammed shut, brows furrowing trying to keep herself together. “Because…”

“Because isn’t a very good answer,” I rasped, entering her at a sharper pace.

Tears leaked from her eyes and her hands tightened around the mattress. Knowing she was about to reach another orgasm, I harshly pulled my tongue out and put it flat against her clit. She did the rest of the work, shifting away from my tongue to shield her sensitive core.

Unlike the previous time, I removed her legs and stood to watch her come undone. The sight of her shaking from her orgasm was so sexy, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and stroked myself to the beat of her moans.

Fuck, I needed to be inside her.

As if she read my mind, she opened her hooded eyes and watched me stroke myself. Her mouth parted in fascination, and she breathlessly begged, “Luciano, please fuck me.”

Content flooded from my body down to my throbbing dick at the fact that she was this perfect. Her asking to be fucked after a fresh orgasm told me precisely why she was meant to be mine.

There was no more going easy on her. I was going to engrave myself into her system as she was in mine. Hovering over her body, I thrust into her in one smooth motion.

Her pussy clenched around me in a hot, wet grip as she screamed.

“You take my cock so well,” I groaned.

Her moan nearly made me snap, but I held still to let her adjust.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that.”

The encouragement egged her on as she bucked her hips up and took me deeper.

“You’re so tight,” I gritted between clenched teeth.

Leaning down to kiss her, I held her head in a loving cradle. I couldn’t tell if this was the slowest I’d ever been inside her, or if time itself had slowed because this moment was that precious.

However, the gentleness didn’t last long. Katarina pushed my chest away, returning to the temptress that she was, and urged me to move faster. We might have been in missionary, but she was acting as dirty as if I handcuffed her against the headboard.

“Harder,please.”

Fuck, if she kept using that word, I might as well hand her a leash attached to my collar. Begging had merely been a small kink, but, like everything else, she turned it into a full-blown obsession.

Giving her another kiss, I held her firmly by the waist and started driving into her without abandon. Erotic sounds of our skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room.

Her pitchy screams alerted anyone in the vicinity of the activities we were participating in. Inadvertently, the filthiness made me all the more desperate. A rush of flames lit up a path to where we were connected, and the resistance disappeared.

With nothing stopping me, I fucked her like I had been celibate for years. Her full breasts bounced rampantly as she took my thrusts with pleasure.

I moved to play with one of her peaking nipples, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. She moaned, bowing out her body to take both my cock and my hand.

Groaning at her obedience, I sped up. “Made. For. Me,” I whispered into her ear, thrusting deeper at each word.

“Luciano, I’m coming,” she breathed.

I didn’t stop. “Yeah? Let me see you come, sweetheart.”

Her nails dug crescent shapes into my arms as she rode outher orgasm. I pinched the brown nipple tightly, drawing out the last of her needy screams.

The sight of her in pure bliss, looking up at me with teary eyes from her orgasm caused my own. Thrusting forcefully into her one more time, I emptied inside her pussy. Her walls greedily absorbed my release as I fell beside her.

My chest rose and fell from the exertion, but I couldn’t help from pulling her back onto me.

“I love you.”

I didn’t care if she got sick of hearing it, I was going to make sure she knew it for every second for the rest of her life. This woman was everything I could have wished for, and I was going to cherish her as such.

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