Page 46 of Make Me A Sinner
She moans softly into my mouth as she frees me from my pants and hikes up her dress until her tight cunt is positioned right on above my tip.
I’d sell my soul right now just to slam into her, watch those beautiful eyes widen in surprise as I take her in just one brutal stroke.
An even louder moan follows as she lets my piercing glide between her folds, teasing it against her entrance.
I snort, almost biting her tongue off for what she's putting me through. I’m a fucking God. I'm not something people get to play with. And yet, I allow her to do it.
Sensing the danger, she lets me in, painful inch by inch. It's so slow the frustration’s almost maddening, as her tight walls barely make room to fit me. I can feel her struggling, and all I want to do is make her scream.
Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet.I keep telling myself, because in reality, I don't know if I have the patience to go through with my plan.
"Take what is yours," I groan as she starts to move gently, claiming my entire cock, with extra careful gestures, like it's made of porcelain. It feels so good and yet so nerve-damaging at the same time. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it through this without taking control. The plan sounded a hell of a lot better in my mind, but now, I'm not sure how I’ll survive it. Her hips gain a rhythm, swirling in circles against my cock, so naturally that it already makes the tightening sensation coiling low in my gut. But I won't succumb to it. This will be a very, very long and brutal night, and she’ll be the one to crack first.
I feel her swollen clit brush against my pelvis, and her breath heightens every time it does while she keeps me buried so deep inside her, as if she's afraid to ever let me go.
"So fucking amazing," I mutter as her kisses gain a hectic rhythm and I catch every single sound she makes, letting it drown in my mouth like it will keep me satisfied for days. Her hips dig harder, her movements widening as she uses my cock like it's her personal toy.
I’m fucking levitating between ecstasy and agony. I want to touch her so badly fucking it hurts. But I need to hear her say it first. And I waste no time asking it of her. "Say it, Serena. Tell me what this means." I barely keep my voice steady, but if sheknew how far gone I really am, she’d probably freak out and back down, knowing I won't be able to stop.
She hesitates for a second, but we both know this night only ends one way. And there’s no point in postponing the inevitable.
Her heavy breath hovers over my lips as she presses down, taking me in so deep, I know there’s not a single inch of space left. "Mine," she whispers, her tone shaky, her hips rolling with a move that got me dumbstruck. "Mine," she says again, more determined this time, her hips repeating the same sway that threatens to drive me fucking insane. "Mine," she bites my bottom lip until the taste of copper floods our mouth, and I know she's drawn blood.
Well, fucking shit! If I weren't immortal, I’d have certainly popped a fucking vessel holding all this in.
She might look like an angel, but she sure fucks like a devil.
"Mine," she repeats, her voice shaky, but it's not because of uncertainty. Her body’s acting in tune with her mind, and it's preparing to show her what being mine really means.
My cock twitches, as her walls contract. She's on the brink. But I still can’t get enough of hearing her. "Don't stop. I want to hear you say it until your voice is raw. I want you to believe it."
"Mine," she whimpers, her hips keep chasing the orgasm. But I won't let her have it—not yet. Even if I'm not sure I can prevent it for much longer, with my piercing grinding inside her so deep I'm starting to think it’ll get lost down there.
"Mine," she cries a few more times, voice higher pitched now, as I feel her spasm all around my cock so tightly that I can barely keep myself from cumming. She can barely move, but I won't let her rest.
"Say it..." I demand, as she almost collapses against my chest from the orgasm that’s rippling through her. "Set," she cries out my name as her hips still manage to move, but much slower, both her strength and my voice almost dying. "Yours, Set...yours," she breathes in surrender like a dying swan’s last song. She must be tripping if she thinks I'm gonna let her die on me—or quit on me just yet.
But I just can't keep control any longer. "You can't start a hurricane and hope it won't blow you away," I say as my fingers finally let go of the fucking couch, and dive for her hips, forcing them to move against me.
She lifts her head from my chest and looks at me in confusion. She just signed up for this, so I don't owe her an explanation. I just rip the fucking dress off her the way I've been wanting to do all night. I've been dying to see her naked ever since she straddled me. I feel like I’ve just been released after serving a life sentence in prison—and last twenty minutes have been pure fucking torture. But it’s over now. I’m free. Free to finally take what’s mine.
I watch her blue eyes, and catch a trail of anxiety in them. She knows I won’t stop now. And to be honest, I don’t know when I’ll be able to.
Every muscle in my body flexes, focusing solely on her hips and how I need to keep them moving against me—relentlessly, sensually—taking the very last drop of me and making it her own.
My fingers slip between the honey-blonde locks of hair, gently fisting the roots until I hear a soft purr. She likes it, but I don’t settle for just that, my grip goes stronger, and I pull until the soft purrs convert into a moan. The slight pain excites her. The rhythm of her breathing changes to delirium, and I know just where to take things. I want her so far gone she won’t even know who she is anymore. But I also want her to trust me, and for that, I need to push her right over the edge.
My grip never loosens, and I feel her still trying to ride me, even if her legs start to give out. Fuck, I hope I can keep my control. Yet with every sway of her hips, the chances of doingthat are further away. I pull even tighter, the pain making her pussy swallow me whole. And I let go of her hips, my hand sliding up her stomach. She’s vibrating, and the movement against my fingers is intoxicating. Still, I’m not in the right place yet, so my hand glides up over her breast, and I can’t help but squeeze—just hard enough to hear another moan out of her. I could stay there for a few minutes, but I want more—so much more, the mere thought makes me anxious.
So, I go further until I reach the base of her fragile neck. Such a fine line between life and death, and I can’t help from cross it. “Look at me.” My voice a command, yet her eyes are drifting in the haze building around her. “I said, look at me,” I repeat, and instantly notice her eyes snap back into focus. She knows better than to make me repeat myself.
I let it slide this time because what I’m planning to do with her is far more alluring than giving her a lesson in manners. “Raise your hand if it gets too much,” I tell her, and I can see the fear in her eyes growing exponentially. But there’s something more there—a flicker of excitement. She’s intrigued.
Oh, how she’s gonna love this.
My fingers tighten, feeling that fine vein pulse beneath them, knowing I have her life in my hands—the most precious thing on this earth. And I squeeze gently—just for her to know what’s gonna happen next.
Panic kicks in, and her palms press against the center of my chest. “Easy, no sudden movements,” I warn as I start moving from beneath her—slowly—so she can get accustomed to the sensation of being entirely at my mercy.
