Page 124 of Made to Sin

Her fingernails dug into my hair, pulling lightly when she had enough. When I didn’t relent, she vocalized her request with a sultry moan. “Luciano.”

The way my name fell from her pouty lips was what broke the camel’s back. Blood rushed through my ears as I dropped her thighs from around my waist and frenziedly dragged the silky material down her legs.

Her pussy was dripping wet and calling out to me. I wasn’t going to touch her yet, but she was too irresistible, I couldn’t help it. Sticking two fingers in her, I groaned at how easily they slid in. She let out a throaty noise and laid her head on the wall to let me do whatever I wanted.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I moved slowly, reveling in the erotic sounds her juices were making as my fingers entered and exited her. Her hands clawed at my shirt, holding on tighter whenever I pushed into heat.

A sudden need to feel her nails on my skin had me messily removing my jacket and tie with my free hand. I started on my dress shirt, but her hands pushed mine off to take over.

A twisted idea crossed my mind as I matched my pacing to hers. Every button she undid caused my fingers to go faster.

She started slowing on the third one, moaning and shaking with indulgence. By the fifth button, she completely stilled.

With my breath fanning her ear, I taunted, “What’s wrong?”

She clenched around my fingers with a vice grip. “Luciano, I’m going to come.”

I briefly paused, not wanting the moment to end just yet. “Not until you finish taking off my shirt, yeah?”

She whimpered, comprehending the game I was playing. With trembling fingers, she continued doing as she was told. “Yeah.”

“Good girl. You take my directions so well,” I praised.

Her head fell forward onto my chest, biting down on the skin to quiet her moans. For a second, I let her find comfort there but yanked her up by the hair shortly after to see her beautiful face.

My lips found purchase at the base of her neck, leaving purple marks and reddening bites. I groaned at the sight, my hickeys were the only bruises I liked to see on her. And I’d take her avid moans as a sign that she thought so too.

The next few buttons took her longer than necessary, but, once we were skin-to-skin, it was so fucking worth it. Her bare tits pressed against my chest, sliding up and down, as I roughly moved my fingers.

Her walls clutched onto me with an iron grip as she shook. She was close, tearfully whimpering in replacement of her hearty moans from earlier. Unrelentingly, I pushed into her harder,fingers diving into her wetness with no apparent rhythm.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back when her orgasm hit. My dick pulsated, aching to be free, but I focused on her pleasure instead. Letting go of her hair, I grasped her by the waist to hold her up as my fingers fucked her through the high.

She sagged in my arms, panting to recover. I swiped a coated finger across her lips, sloppily smearing her juices. I had every intention of licking it off her, but she beat me to it. She darted out her tongue and sucked my finger into her mouth.

I hissed, admiring all the men out there who were able to refrain themselves at times like this. “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to resist if you keep being this perfect.”

“Then, don’t,” she goaded.

The last hint of control broke off from her seductive voice, and I moved her from the wall onto the bed. Maybe one day I would be able to hold off longer, but today was not that day.

I kissed her feverishly, pushing my tongue into her mouth to taste the leftover of her wetness. The mixture of her release and her mouth tasted so fucking delicious, my dick threatened to enter her with my pants still on. Shifting so I was in line with her entrance, I ground against her once to satiate the need.

Sliding off her to kneel before the bed, I positioned her legs over my shoulder and placed my mouth on her wet core. I licked from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, my patience growing taut at her dizzying taste.

I groaned as each swirl of my tongue caused her to squirm. “You taste so sweet, I can do this every day of my life and still not be tired.”

“I don’t think I can last every day of this,” she jaggedly let out under her breath.

“And why not?”

She didn’t answer, sounds of pleasure replacing her words. Wickedly, I wanted to see her unravel, and so, I dove my tongueinto her entrance.

She screamed as her back arched off the bed and her legs tightened around my neck. She was so soft and reactive, it was impossible to resist.

I retracted my tongue, lightly licking at her clit to make up for the intrusion. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

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