Page 7 of Wicked Sinner
“Don’t be embarrassed,bellissima,” he purrs. “I like that you’re so wet for me. You’ll have to be, to take my cock. And I can’t wait to find out how you feel wrapped around me.”
He tosses my panties aside, leaving me bare beneath his hot gaze, and I feel myself dripping onto the hood of his car as he hooks one of my legs and then the other over his shoulders, spreading me apart so that he can see me clearly. My face is flushed red, knowing he can see me so intimately—all of me spread open for him—but the look on his face is so hungry that I can’t help but be sure that he wants everything in front of him.
When he dips his head, his lips grazing over my damp folds before his tongue spears between them, I cry out. The sound is loud, echoing in the silence of the night, but I don’t care. My skin is hot, oversensitive, every part of me begging for sensation, and when his tongue flutters over my swollen clit, I know I won’t last long.
My hands wind in his soft hair, my hips arching up as he licks me, moans spilling from my lips. It feels so fucking good, better than anything ever has, and I clutch at the back of his head, desperate for more.
He hums against my skin, amused. “Greedy girl,” he murmurs, his tongue running up between my folds once again. “Has no one ever eaten this perfect pussy the way it should be?”
“Not—” I gasp as he rolls his tongue over my clit again. “Not… like this… ohfuck, Caesar!”
“That’s it,bellissima. Scream my name. I’m going to make you come all over my mouth.” He ducks his head again, his tongue picking up the same rhythm, and it’s almost unbearable. Nothing has ever felt this good. I feel like I’m coming apart, shuddering under the excruciating pleasure, the wet heat of his lapping, fluttering tongue, and I feel my orgasm building, tightening. I’m going to come, and it’s going to be nothing like I’ve ever felt before?—
I scream when it hits me, the pleasure incomparable, tearing through me like a tidal wave as I buck against his face, shuddering with the force of it. He doesn’t stop, one arm hooking around my hip to lay over my stomach and keep me pinned to the Ferrari as he keeps going, licking me through my climax. And then, the moment it ebbs, I feel two of his fingers push against my entrance as he wraps his lips around my clit andsucks.
A second orgasm hits me, immediately on the heels of the first, the instant I feel his fingers curl inside of me. I hadn’tknown that was possible. I didn’t know I could come more than once, but Ido, my entire body seizing as he sucks my clit and fingers me with hard thrusts of his hand. I cry out his name, bucking, writhing, pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known, swallowing me whole, and when he pulls back with a victorious look on his face, his mouth and chin are gleaming with my arousal.
He stands, and I see that he’s rock-hard again, his cock jutting upward, metal piercings gleaming in the light. He reaches for me, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with a near-feral lust as he flips me over on the hood of the car with ease, his hands dragging my hips up to the angle he wants as I feel him line up behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,bellissima,” he warns. “If it hurts, tell me.”
And then he slams his cock into me, and I see stars.
He’s so fucking big. I don’t know how I take all of him, his entire length, and when I turn my head dizzily to look over my shoulder, I can see that there are a couple inches of him that don’t fit inside of me. His fingers wrap around the base of his cock, stroking himself there as he pushes as deeply into me as he can go, and I feel his fingertips stroke the taut flesh of my drenched entrance as he groans.
“God, your pussy is fucking perfect.”
“I can’t take all of you.” I nearly whimper with need, and he chuckles darkly, rocking his hips as I feel him tilt me upward a little more.
“There you go,bellissima. Take my cock. God, you’re so fucking perfect—” I feel his hips press against me, feel the insane fullness of his cock buried inside of me, and when he draws out of me to the tip, I know it’s going to hurt when he slams into me again.
But I want it.God, I want it. I hear myself beggingharderas he fucks me, hear his ragged groan of pleasure, and I feel his fingers slip underneath me, finding my swollen clit as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.
I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, but it’s going to be worth it. I’m going to come again, going to come all over this man’s perfect cock. The piercings drag over every sensitive spot inside of me, turning what would have already been an exquisite fuck into something otherworldly, and I cry out, my moans filling the humid night air as his fingers strum my clit and he pushes me over the edge again.
My body seizes, my pussy clamping down around a cock already almost too big for me, and Caesar cries out behind me, his moan of pleasure joining with mine as I feel his hot cum spurt inside of me.
I feel a moment of alarm, but it’s overshadowed by the pleasure, by my climax and his, by this feeling that I’ve never had with anyone. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and I can’t imagine him pulling out, can’t imagine anything other than him filling me up with his cum as he pounds into me through his orgasm.
Caesar drops forward, his hands slapping against the hood of the car on either side of me as I feel his exhale against the back of my neck. I’m drenched in sweat, I realize, and I can feel his dripping onto my back, feel the throb of his cock still inside of me as the last of his cum pulses from him. What we just did feels almost primal, something ancient and animal that stripped me down to my core, and I can’t catch my breath as I feel Caesar slowly withdraw from me, leaving me empty and dripping cum.
I feel his gaze on me from behind. I flinch when I feel his fingers touch me between my legs, grazing over my swollen, abused pussy, and I feel him catch his cum as it drips out of me,pushing it back inside as he pumps his fingers once, twice, and then pulls them free.
When I turn around, he’s holding up my panties. “Want these back?” he asks with a grin, and I snatch them from his hand, my entire body flushed. As the moment fades away, I’m shocked by what I just did—by how easily I gave in to everything he wanted, by how much I enjoyed it.
Caesar puts his clothes back on, and I realize that he’s about to leave. I swallow hard, suddenly awkward and unsure of what to say. What we just did together felt monumental in the moment, but at the end of the day, we barely know each other. That realization comes rushing back in, and I bite my lip, watching him out of the corner of my eye as I pull my own clothes back on.
I want to ask for his number. But I’m not going to be that girl, I tell myself. Just earlier, I was thinking that this is the kind of man I don’t need in my life, a man who is arrogant and self-serving and thinks he deserves whatever he wants. The fact that he made me come three times and has a perfect cock doesn’t change that.
If he asks for mine, I tell myself, maybe I’ll give it to him. But Caesar just finishes dressing, checks that he has his wallet and his keys, and then looks at me.
“It was nice meeting you,” he says with a smirk, his gaze dragging over me before coming back up to mine. “Have a nice night, Bridget.”
I stare after him as he gets into the car, the engine coming to life with a purr as the headlights flash on. I take a step back, not quite able to believe he’s going to go just like that—and also a little relieved.
What just happened was exciting. An experience I’m never going to forget, that’s for sure.
But that’s all it’s going to be. And I should be fine with that. Iamfine with that.
