Page 55 of Sinner's Perdition


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“Give me this, cara mia.”

My voice is a plea. Because I’m a beggar for the crumbs this woman might give me. Her chin tips into a small nod. I guide the head to her entrance. A trembling sound escapes her, half desire, half apprehension. I take a pebbled nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking, offering the same treatment to the other until her wetness floods my cock. Her heart pounds against my palm.

“Cara. I’m going to make this good for you. I swear on my fucking life.”

She locks her arms around my neck, offering me another nod. Pliant, trusting, so fucking perfect.

I slide the head in, her tight pussy is going to kill me.

I get lost in her eyes as a tear slides down her cheek. I kiss it away, trembling with a desire that consumes me.

“Let me in, my little firecracker. I am a monster, and that won’t change, but with you, I want to be good.”

Her lips arch up in a small smile, and she caresses my cheek. I lean in and savor her touch, starved for her attention. Why is she pliant on my cock? Who cares? I will fuck her daily if it means she remains here with me.

“This is the only part that might hurt.” Burying my face in her neck, I nibble on the sensitive skin. I will learn each spot and memorize them. Place paradise at her feet. The world of pleasure and everything else she might desire.

“Might? Have you seen your dick?”

I chuckle, loving her truths better than her taunts.

“Cato . . .” she says breathlessly.

I swear to all that’s holy if she wants me to stop, I will. I want one thing for her to give me freely.

Her jeweled green eyes keep me hostage.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

With eyes locked, I prepare myself for her no and inch to move out of her.

“We’re already here.” She might try to sound disinterested, but her fingers clutch my arms, her legs lock around my back. My woman is a sexual creature, curious, wanton. And I will show her how fucking good sex can be. She might be a virgin, but it’s also a novelty to me, this kind of desperate need.

I place my forehead to hers, breathing her in. I move inside her, inch by inch. It’s sweet torture as I stretch her out. When I thrust inside her to the hilt, she cries out my name and shuts her eyes.

“Eyes on me, cara. I’m right here.” I don’t recognize my voice—guttural.

She blinks them open, and she bites into my chest, scratching at my back.

“You ripped me open,” she stammers, chest heaving. I interlink our fingers.

“Now, let me put you back together.”

I slide in and out of her, making love to her, lost in her enchanting eyes and her rosy complexion. She looks breathtaking, bathed in the dimly lit room by the artificial lights pouring through the windows. A vision of a goddess—soft skin, full lips, sensuous body.

“Do you always get what you want?” she asks on a moan, her pussy opening up for me, inviting me inside her, gripping me so fucking good. “Without exception.”

I smile against her lips and kiss her, giving in to this feeling of euphoria. Nothing comes close to being inside my woman. The greatest sinner let in to take a peek at heaven. Moving in and out of her in a slow, sensual rhythm, I don’t stop kissing her, sucking on her nipples begging for my attention. She arches her hips, welcoming me in, taking me deeper. I angle her leg, going even deeper, my hand gripping her thigh. Rolling my hips, I thrust inside her, buried to the hilt in her warmth.

“Good girl, look at you taking all my cock.”

“Oh God, you’re so big. It feels so good.”

“Yes, your tight, sweet pussy stretched by my cock. Making me lose my fucking mind with how good you feel, how well you grip me.”

I look at where my cock meets her pussy, filling her. The visual puts me on my fucking knees, making me impossibly hard. I clench my jaw to prevent me from coming too soon.

I flick her clit, rubbing at the sensitive spot. Her hips thrust out, meeting mine. Her moans ring in my ears, filling me up with her sweet nectar. I feel like a fucking god. We chase the highest high together. Eyes locked on each other’s, our bodies doing the talking. There’s no denying the physical pull neither of us can escape. We’re slaves to this need.

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