Page 25 of Heartless Sinner

He secured a muscled arm around my waist and dipped me, turning both of us so that I was flat on my back and he loomed above me. He lowered his head and devoured my mouth again while his fingers made short work of the buttons on his pajama shirt.

“Such a naughty, dirty girl,” he noted, his warm hand sliding slowly up my quivering stomach as he nuzzled my throat. “Waking me up like that. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

I whimpered again, completely seduced by his spellbinding voice. It sounded like thick, dripping honey in my ears.

Vince’s warm, damp lips moved slowly downward again. When he reached my breasts, his tongue lazily trailed a path to the center of one. I speared my fingers through his thick, dark hair, gripping the silky strands as I moaned desperately for more.

“That’s it, be as loud as you want. Nobody’s gonna hear us.” Vince scraped his teeth over my nipple and I cried out at the sweet torment. “Yeah, you like that bit of pain, don’t you sweetheart?”

I bit my lip, instinctively wanting to deny it, to keep showing that cool, indifferent image that I always projected when men would try to hit on me—but then remembered that this man was going to be my husband. And if I wanted him to actually satisfy me sexually, I had to be honest with him. And I certainly didn’t want to be treated like delicate glass.

“Yes,” I whispered. My legs spread wider in invitation as he hovered above me, and I shivered all over as Vince hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down and off.

He pushed two fingers into me immediately, right as he bit down lightly around my breast. I sucked in a swift intake of air, my hips, my whole body, arching up into his touch as he caressed my inside walls with firm strokes, and his thumb massaged my aching clit until I was writhing shamelessly beneath him.

He was the exact amount of aggression that I liked, never going too far, and knowing when to pull back and tease a little. I grabbed onto his shoulders by instinct, feeling the tight, corded muscles working under his hot skin.

Vince pulled off my breast with a soft popping noise that made me whine at the loss of pleasure. I felt like I had been dipped in molten lava. I was so hot it felt like a struggle to breathe.

“Vince . . .”

His eyes gleamed wickedly as his fingers continued to slip and slide inside my pussy, making me delirious with need. “Is there something you want?”

“Please fuck me,” I blurted out.

He gave me that cocky, knowing smile, but didn’t make any move to give me what I wanted, still tormenting me with his talented fingers that seemed to hold my orgasm just out of reach. “God, I love when you beg.”

“Please, Vince.” I’d plead as much as he wanted me to if that would get him to fuck me. His fingers still thrust inside of me relentlessly, stretching me out and getting me ready for him. “Please.”

I had never lowered every single inhibition and begged a man before. Then again, no man had ever had the patience to make me feel so frantic and get me so wound up.

Vince flicked his tongue against my ear, his hot breath skating over my skin and his hard cock sliding against my thigh as if to tease me even more. “How about we get a ‘sir’ in there, sweetheart.”

Oh my God. That was an idea that hadn’t even occurred to me, but now that it was in my head, I would never be able to get it out. I could already hear myself begging sir, can I please come, sir, and I was sure that I was so drenched by now it had soaked through the entire damn mattress.

“Please, sir,” I whispered shamelessly. “Please fuck me.”

Vince tugged at my earlobe with his teeth, then slid his fingers out of me. “Well, you’ve been such a good girl, sucking my cock so eagerly…”

He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a brand new box of condoms. Seeing the carton unopened reassured me, somehow. Not that I would’ve been surprised if he’d had a few one night stands, or that I would have judged him for it. But it was yet another part of Vincent Russo that I wouldn’t have expected. Mafia boys tended to be from the ‘work hard play hard’ school of philosophy, but it seemed Vince really did want something more serious.

I watched impatiently as he prepped himself, already looking forward to the day he could just slide right into me, no pause, no need for a condom, just driving that smooth, bare cock all the way to the hilt as I begged for it.

“Of course, on the other hand, good girls aren’t quite so cock hungry as you are,” Vince mused. His fingers tangled into my hair again and tugged my head back as he bent down, licking at my nipple. “And you come so easily, too,” he said, aligning our bodies as he moved more fully over me, so that we were face to face. His gaze captured mine as he gave me a slow, sinful smile. “It’s very naughty of you…”

The broad head of his cock caught against my entrance, not quite going in, and I whined, squirming helplessly beneath him.

“So I’m not going to fuck you like a good girl,” Vince murmured. “I’m going to fuck you like the naughty, dirty one that you are.”

Oh yes please.

Vince finally, finally pushed his cock inside of me and I cried out his name, clawing at his shoulders and back as he filled me, inch by excruciating inch.

“Yes,” I chanted, like it was the only word I knew. “Yes, yes, yes…”

God he felt so thick, the delicious stretch of his cock making me shudder uncontrollably. It was just on the edge of too much, that perfect burning sensation that made me light up like a Christmas tree.

Vince kissed slowly up my shoulder, my neck, his whole body tense and I realized that he was holding himself back, trying to pace himself. I felt a thrill of pride, knowing that I was enough to make someone like Vince have to take a moment to get himself under control. I was that sexy to him.

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