Page 86 of Wicked Sinner
Caesar moans my name again, biting and licking at my breast before dragging his mouth to the other, his hand replacing where his lips were a moment before. With every pass of his lips and tongue and teeth, every stroke of his fingers over my sensitive breast, I can feel my arousal building, until I start to think I might come just from him sucking and playing with my breasts.
“Caesar, I—” I gasp his name, finally getting his shirt open as I run my hands up the smooth, cobbled plane of his abdomen, up to his smooth, muscled chest, my nails dragging over his skin. His hips jerk against me as he moans, and I feel myself clench, feel a climax building as I grind against him thoughtlessly.
His teeth tug at one nipple, tongue lashing against it as he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers, his hips shifting so that the hard length of his cock is rubbing against me through the layers of his pants and my thin shorts, right where I need it the most. I can feel the ridges of the piercings, and when I tilt my hips just right?—
I gasp, my head falling back as my fingers claw at his chest, and an orgasm rips through me as I moan his name through clenched teeth.
I shudder against him, thighs parted, grinding against his clothed cock as Caesar groans and looks up, his eyes glazed and heated as he stares at me like he’s never seen me before.
“Did you just?—”
I nod, gasping as Caesar pulls back, shrugging off his shirt. “Fuck,” he curses aloud, his hands sliding feverishly down my waist as he reaches down to cup one palm between my legs. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.God, I need?—”
He yanks my shorts and panties down with one hand, baring me completely as his other hand goes frantically to his belt. “Fuck, I need that pussy.” His gaze, hot and hungry, holds mine as he yanks down his zipper and frees his cock, kicking his pants and boxers away as he grabs my leg and hooks it around his hip.
I get a glimpse of his thick, rigid cock, metal piercings glinting in the light, before he sinks into me with one hard thrust that makes me cry out in mingled pain and pleasure.
He’s too big to fuck me like this, hard and fast and relentless, even as wet as I am. But I don’t care, and neither does he. I grab onto the back of the couch, helpless moans spilling from my lips as Caesar looks down at me with a frenzied expression of lust on his face, his cock slamming into me without missing a beat.
“I needed this,” he gasps, leaning down to kiss me hard as he fucks me. “God, I needed you?—”
He pulls out, leaving me hollow and empty for a split second before he flips me around, his hand between my shoulder blades as he pushes me down over the couch. I cry out when he slides into me again, breathless at the sensation of him filling me up—giving me everything that I’m suddenly desperate for.
“God, Bridget—” He moans my name, the sound of it sending shivers over my skin as he thrusts into me hard, almost painfully, but the pleasure is so intense that I can’t feel anything but good. I can feel every nerve inside of me being stroked, sensitized, the piercings running down his thick length only adding to all of it. My nails sink into the couch cushions as he slams into me again, and I can feel how hard he is, how close he must be to the edge, too.
His hand slides under my hip, over my stomach, down to seek out my sensitive, swollen clit as he starts to stroke it with quick, firm strokes that send another moan tumbling from my lips. I feel my legs spread wider, my back arching, and Caesar groans.
“That’s it. Arch that pretty ass up for me. Good girl—fuck—” He sinks into me again, his balls slapping against my tender flesh as he strokes my clit faster, and I can feel that I’m on the edge of another climax, this one more powerful than the first.
And then, he pulls his hand away.
“Caesar!” I cry out in frustration, and I hear him laugh, a short, dark, rough sound behind me before he slides his cock free, and then I feel the tip against my clit, that piercing rubbing against my most sensitive spot.
Stars burst in my vision, pleasure sweeping over me at the soft, hot sensation of his swollen cockhead rubbing my clit at the same time as I feel the metal against me, warmed from my body. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and he thrusts, rubbing his shaft against the drenched folds of my pussy as he uses his cock like a toy to get me off.
“Come on my cock,bellissima,” he growls. “I want your sweet cum all over it before I fill you up. I want to feel you fuck yourself on me. Give it to me, Bridget. Give me what I want?—”
The low, commanding growl of his voice tips me over the edge. I grab the edge of the couch, bucking backwards against him as I fall headlong into a second climax, my body clenching and pulsing with unimaginable pleasure as I ride his cock to my second orgasm. He keeps thrusting against me for a second more, pushing his tip against my pulsing clit as I come for him, and then I feel him pull back in the instant before he sinks into my clenching pussy as I keep coming around his cock.
“Ohfuck,” Caesar hisses, rocking against me as I feel the hot rush of his cum the moment he’s fully inside of me, my body squeezing him for all it’s worth as my orgasm ripples through me. “Ohfuck, your fucking pussy?—”
“So fucking good,” he pants, thrusting shallowly as I feel him filling me up with his cum, his orgasm sending aftershocks of mine rippling through me. He holds himself there for a longmoment, letting me feel him throb inside of me, and then he slowly pulls himself free, his hand on my shoulder.
I start to turn, but Caesar is already reaching for me. Without a word, he scoops me up into his arms, both of us still naked, as he leaves the pile of our clothes in a mess on the living room floor and carries me toward the stairs.
“Caesar—” I start to protest, but he shakes his head.
“I’ve finally got you naked,” he growls. “And I’m not letting you out of my sight until I’m ready to stop fucking you.”
As if to prove his statement, I feel the brush of his stiffening cock against my ass, as if he didn’t just come minutes ago. I gasp, and he looks down at me, that wicked gleam in his eyes that makes him look younger and reminds me of the cocky man who waltzed into my garage that night.
“You’re going to be so full of my cum it’ll be dripping from you while I fuck you,” he promises, carrying me into his room and kicking the door shut behind him. “And somewhere in there,bellissima, I want your mouth on me again. I want to taste you again. I want all of it.”
I open my mouth to protest. To tell him that was a one-time thing, that I never meant for it to be something we repeated… that nothing has changed. That we need to go back to the way things were twenty minutes ago.
And then he sets me down on the bed, and I look up at him—gorgeous and muscular, tattoos inked over his olive skin, his dark hair messy and falling into his sharply chiseled face. His cobbled stomach, his muscled thighs, his rippling arms… and his cock, stiff again and brushing against his navel, so thick that I don’t know how I manage to take it and laddered with those piercings that I never thought would be so pleasurable.
My body clenches, and I can’t help but thinkwe already did it once. Why not one more time?
