Page 77 of Made to Sin

“Luciano,” I resorted to whining from the vehemence, needing him in more places.

He looked up from my breasts with a sly smirk. “Greedy, greedy woman.”

I didn’t care what he thought of me, didn’t care if he thought I was needy. He made me feel so good, I just wanted him. If I had to beg for it, I would.

As he did with the top, he ripped the lace at the bottom to expose the rest of my body. I couldn’t help but frown, there was no hope left for this piece. It had cost a pretty penny, and I got to wear it one time.

He saw my displeasure and leaned in to give my lips a brief pull, removing the frown with it, before disappearing back down my body. As if his lips were magical, the frown disappeared too.

Propping up on my elbows, I watched him kneel like he did the other day. The sight was so sexy, I wished I could take a picture and frame it.

Catching my stare, he gave me a wink. “You like me on my knees for you, sweetheart?”

As he teased me with the words from before, I could only focus on his hot breath fanning against my core.

“Yes,” I sheepishly replied, not able to lie when I was obviously dripping wet for him.

To reward my honesty, his fingers brushed my clit, finally touching me where I needed him to. An involuntary shiver ran through me, and I fell onto the quilted sheets.

I let out a long moan, craving the contact as he drew lazy circles. He was purposely going slow, keeping a steady pace to draw out each string of pleasure to his liking. A radiating ache crept up inside of me as each round lit up my nerves one by one.

Occasionally, he would speed up, teasing me until I was so close, I tasted my climax. And then, like the devil he was, he slowed down again. I bucked my hips up in need of the friction, but one large hand pressed down on my stomach as the other took its time touching me.

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” he taunted.

I complied at first, desperate for whatever he would give me, but when it became too much, I pulled on my hair and thrashed my hips, needing him to relieve the sweet pressure.

I wantedmore.

A strangled sound came out of me, begging for him to stop the torture. “Luciano,please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he parroted me.

His tongue replaced the hand on my clit as he licked me fromentrance up. The groan that came out of him nearly sent me over.

“You’re so fucking delicious, I could do this for hours,” he rasped.

“Thank you,” I panted, trying to control myself.

I slammed my eyes shut, doing some intrinsic breathing exercises to hold in my release. I couldn’t let the moment be over yet.

He didn’t waste any more time by talking, going back to assaulting my clit in the best possible way ever known to mankind.

Screw the exercises, I needed a release, and I needed it now. My legs wrapped around his neck as I urged him closer to my entrance.

It felt so good,hefelt so good, I was entering delirium. Pressure pounded in my lower stomach, the dam threatening to break. I was screaming pleas into the air, ready to reach my climax.

But he stopped, holding his tongue flat on my quivering core.

“What? Why did you stop?” I whined.

He didn’t lift his head, but I felt him smirk against me.

Frustration clawed at my chest at the returning feat of teasing. “Luciano, I swear, one more round of teasing, and we’ll st—”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence as he plunged two fingers into me.Hard. I was so wet, he entered with a lewd sound that echoed throughout the room. I should have been embarrassed, but I was too on edge to care.

Letting out another long moan, I sunk my head as far into the mattress as I could and lifted my hips on command. My walls clenched around him like my life depended on it, foreign to the intrusion. His hands were already on the larger size, but they felt massive inside of me.

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