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“Oh, yes…” she pants. “There. Right there.”
Her own fingers find my collar, and she begins to trace the top of the stiff white fabric, her movements matching the pace of mine.
“More?” I ask with the tips of my fingers at the opening of her sex.
She drops her head so that her forehead rests against mine. “More.”
I slip my index finger inside of her, feeling the piercing of that whisper-thin veil of maidenhood. Virgin no more. The pain stills her for a moment and then she moves. I thrust another digit into her pussy. She rides my hand, rubbing against me like a cat desperate for attention. I add another finger. I know why this is forbidden. This—she—is addicting. Her whimpers and moans are a chorus I want to hear every minute of the day. The wetness of her cunt, the press of her tits, the taste of her tongue are sensations that I’ll never have enough of.
I want to look at her for hours, in this garden of punishment, in this prison of my own making. I am burning with need for her. My fingers inside of her pussy is not enough. I want my cock enveloped inside that sheath. I want her riding my erection and not my hand. I want those sounds coming from her throat and mouth to be because of my shaft, not just my fingers.
I want to feel the wet erotic suck of her and then the flood of cum on my thighs as she reaches her pinnacle.
I want. I want. I want. All of her.
“This is not the end,” I whisper fiercely before taking her mouth. I don’t know if she understands. I don’t know that I comprehend the vow I just made. My world has shrunk to her. Only her.
I thrust harder inside of her with fingers in her pussy and tongue in her mouth. I force her to take more until she bursts apart in my grip, crying out as she shakes and shudders from the force of the sensations. When the wave passes over her, when she finally calms and looks me in the eyes, her gaze is full of wonder.
She licks her lips. “I … want more.”
“Yes. And you’ll have it.” I claim her mouth once again.
If this is sin, then maybe I’m more suited for hell than heaven.
CHAPTER12
ANGEL
I cling to Bjornsson.My orgasm is still coursing through my body. His mouth stays on mine as he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. Bjornsson’s hand is down the back of my pants. I rock my hips to press down on his erection.
I was on the verge of coming the second I felt it. It had taken me by surprise for some strange reason. The mere thought of me being the one to tempt this man to cross lines he never had before. I’ve never had someone do that for me. To pick me over anything else.
Bjornsson shifts, his fingers leaving me as he pulls his hand from out of my pants. I whimper in protest against his mouth. He turns us, laying me down on the bench.
“You wanted more,” he reminds me, pulling my pants along with my panties down my body. “The top,” he all but grunts. His eyes roam all over me, the same way they always do. “Off.” Bjornsson smacks my sex. I gasp. “Take it off or you’ll get another.”
In a bit of shock, I do as I’m told. The slap went straight to my clit, making it throb harder. I’m not even sure how that’s possible. But the ache is almost unbearable now as though I hadn’t just orgasmed moments ago. Bjornsson stands over me. I’m completely naked, laid out in his garden. Anyone could walk up to us right now.
Bjornsson's eyes roam up and down my body. I lie back down fully on the bench, my legs spread. He pulls at his collar. When he does, a smear of blood marks the white cloth. For a second, I thought his palm might be bleeding, but I realize the blood came from his fingers. When he took my virginity. The barrier of it, at least.
The sharp pain was sudden when he’d done it. It quickly faded and only turned me on more. Why do I keep enjoying these small bites of pain he gives me? Then it dawns on me.
It’s because they’re all possessive. That’s exactly why. Him grabbing my wrist and taking my virginity for his own. Now my virgin blood is smeared across his white collar. I wonder if he knows he did it or if he will get that small surprise later.
“Are you just going to stare or…” I trail off, not sure what to say. I’m laid out completely naked while he’s still covered everywhere.
“I’ll do as I like.” He gives my sex another smack. I moan, the sensation rippling through my whole body. “You’re not supposed to enjoy that, Angel.” I swear it feels like my clit is on fire. I grip the sides of the bench.
“Sorry, Father.” His jaw tightens, and I’m not sure If I’ve made him mad or pleased him. Either way, he starts to spank my sex again. I don’t know how many times he does it, but I go off. My back arches as the orgasm hits me. It stings between my thighs, but I love the sensation.
When I come down from my orgasm high, I open my eyes to see Bjornsson’s. His hand is cupping my mound.
“You’ve been running around the city with a needy pussy. It’s a miracle no one got to it. If they’d only known.” He licks his lips. “Now I’m not sure I can ever let you go. Too much temptation for others.”
He leans down over me. His mouth wraps around my nipple. Bjornsson swirls his tongue around it before he nips it. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to moan. He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention.
I want to pull him down on top of me. Have my naked body pressed against him with his weight holding me down. I grip the side of the bench harder so that I don’t. As much as I want to, I’m also enjoying watching him play with my body.
