Page 74 of Make Me A Sinner
I fuck her with my tongue, my thumb circling her clit, my fingers twitching with the urge to pinch it hard enough for the whole city to hear her scream.
But I hold back just enough to keep her there, on that delicious edge between finding release and oblivion.
She’s hanging by a thread. I go in and out of her, two of my fingers accompanying my tongue. I haven’t returned to my normal self—nor do I want to. Every part of my body it’s largerthan usual—that includes my fingers, and my fucking tongue. I see her struggling to have me, but that’s not what she should worry about. I’m just warming her up. She’s the one who wanted a demon, and there’snothingI wouldn’t give her.
Her nipples harden as I continue to move in and out of her, urgency building. And I don’t know how long I can keep myself away from plunging my cock straight inside of her. I want her to come first. Because I can’t guarantee she’ll still be conscious when she comes with me buried inside of her.
Her back hits the window, and she starts to wiggle, trying to pull away, to steal a breath. But I don’t let her. Just circle her clit faster, grinding my fingers and tongue inside of her faster and faster until I can taste the sweet rush of her undoing on the tip of my tongue.
I drink every drop of her, not letting a single one go to waste. It feels like the gods' nectar. And I’ll never get enough of it.
I’m back on my feet, watching her hang from the restraints, barely holding on after she just came all over my tongue. It’s an image I’d kill to see again every day for the rest of my existence.
Despite being almost out of it, there’s a smile on her lips, and I’m really starting to think she’s just as crazy as I am. The feral look I give her snaps her out of whatever trance she’s in and makes her pay extra attention to whatever I’m about to do next.
And I won’t let her wait. I can’t let her wait. My body won’t allow it. I just take off my T-shirt, because the fabric’s starting to dig into my skin, then free myself from my pants and line my cock up at her entrance.
I’d love to slam straight inside, but I can’t risk hurting her. When I said everything is bigger, I meanteverything. And she feels it inch by inch as she’s thrashing against me, trying to accommodate my girth.
The shock in her eyes is unmistakable, and altogether so damn precious that I go straight to claim her lips and kiss her.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper, right before my tongue makes room inside her mouth.
“Yes,” she whimpers as I push a little more inside.
“Good. It’s supposed to. You have to feel you belong to me. Never forget it.” I say, fisting her hair and pulling her gently as I slide in deeper and deeper, claiming every whimper as my prize, every single one of her gasps as a trophy.
“Set,” she whispers my name, as she’s fighting for air. It’s too much, and I know it.
But I also know I'm not done. I’ll just give her more. “So fucking good when you take my cock. So broken and so perfect when you’re my little whore.”
Her eyes flutter shut a little more with every inch I give her—until I feel there’s nowhere left to go. I feel it in her strained breath as I continue to kiss her—she’s doing her best to take me.
So it’s only fair I give her something in return—pure pleasure. I’m still not fully in control of my own body, so I try to temper my thrusts until she grows more accustomed to my size. There’s a small tear in the corner of her eye, and I know she’s already worn from struggling to have me. That alone leaves me in awe. I don’t want to hurt, nor does the devil inside. But I do want to bring her pleasure—so raw, so extreme—she won’t be able to think of anything else.
I start moving my hips in and out, slowly at first, until the small grimace she makes with every thrust melts into a smile. It’s then that I let go. I no longer try to control myself. And start fucking her, hard enough to make the windows shake with every collision of our bodies. The sounds she makes are now raw, and I don’t want to muffle them with my lips. I need to hear her. But I also need my mouth on her body. So I descend from the line of her neck down to her breasts. Oh, how I’ve missed them these past few days. Now, I can’t get enough, and I know I’m gonna leave my mark there, but I can’t help myself.
I graze, the sensitive flesh, sucking, and nibbling. I want every inch of her marked by me. Hell, I want her to mark me back. This feeling of belonging surpasses anything else I’ve ever experienced. Death, life, rebirth, the collapse of worlds—they all fade before her.
The whole world fades in front of her.
I thrust deeper, harder, as my lips move from her breast to the side of her body. I need to mark the spot as well as her arms are stretched so high in the air, I feel each delicate rib beneath my tongue. I kiss and bite every one of them. My sharp teeth leave a trail behind as my hips move relentlessly, and I fight that tightening sensation building in my cock.
I snarl, ignoring my own needs and searching only for her satisfaction. I know she’s only a couple of moves away from totally breaking. She’s been tugging at her restraints harder and harder, leaving red bands around her wrists. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll have to cover herself from head to toe to leave the house. But I want people to see her. I want everyone to know she belongs to me. That she’s untouchable.
She shudders, and I know she’s close. Still, what stuns me is that she wants more.
“Harder,” she begs, and suddenly, my entire existence narrows to one purpose: please her. Give hereverythingshe wants,howshe wants it,whenshe wants it.Worshipher like the fucking goddess she is.
So I listen, and thrust harder until the marble ledge is one breath from falling to the ground. And I want it to fall. I want the world to collapse around us. Because this is how I want the world to end—with me inside her.
She lets out a loud gasp as I feel my cock getting trapped inside her like she’s doing her best to break it. And I fucking love it. No, scratch that. I fucking live for it. The tightness wrapping around me, the storm of pulses, vibrating down my shaft, the pantingbreath breezing, grazing my lips—it all pushes me over the edge and I explode inside of her, filling her with my cum.
Her body slumps forward, resting against me, and the only thing holding her up is the cord tied to the sunshade. I need to get that untied before her wrists turn completely blue. And the moment I do it, her body slackens against me. The surrender, the acceptance, complete submission to whom she was always meant for—me.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Our bedroom.
I’m not done with her. I won’t be done with her until the morning. And the moment she realizes my cock’s just as hard as when she took off her robe, her eyes lift up looking at me, unsure whether to beg me to stay put or beg for more.
