by Sam Mariano
I flush at the memory of him standing bedside, this beautiful body a scary, dark fantasy. “You were so gorgeous, but so scary. I thought you were going to murder me.”
Smirking, he mocks me. “Yeah, that’s what you were afraid I was going to do.”
I bite my lip, recalling the thoughts that went through my head. “Everything about you is part scary, part sexy,” I inform him.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, nipping at my neck.
I nod, holding him close. “And 100 percent perfect, of course.”
“Oh, of course,” he murmurs lightly, before showcasing that perfection. Gathering my hair in his fist, he uses it to drag my head to the side. “You wanted a taste then, didn’t you, pretty girl? You liked being at my mercy. You wanted me to use this sweet little mouth.”
Oh, God, his words. I arch against him, closing my eyes and nodding my head. I’m not even altogether clear on what I’m agreeing to. He’s filling my mind with his gravelly tone, his rough touch, his body pressing into mine.
He keeps a hold of my hair, but his body lifts off mine and then he’s moving until he’s on his knees beside me, stroking his cock with his free hand.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” I tell him, need clear in my tone. “I need it. Please.”
“You want to taste it?”
My gaze darts to his. “You said I couldn’t.”
He smiles, liking that I’m respecting his orders even when he isn’t. “You can have a little taste, just none of my cum. I’m saving all that. Think you can follow that rule?”
I nod eagerly, leaning my head toward him and opening my mouth.
“You’re so good at sucking cock, aren’t you?” he asks evenly, stroking himself, then guiding it to my mouth. I open wide and stick out my tongue like I’m trying to catch rain. It reminds me of our first time in the shower when he came on my body. Fuck, that was hot. I close my eyes, thinking of it now as he rests his heavy cock against my tongue. Now that he’s moved his hands, I bring one of mine up to stroke him, to hold him while I run my tongue along the underside and use my lips to leave kisses along his whole length.
When I get to the soft tip, I moan, looking up at him prettily, wordlessly begging for just a little bit. I want him in my mouth. I want to suck him, and then I want him in my throat, but he told me no. I hold his cock and move my head, swiping my tongue around the sides of the tip, but carefully avoiding the indent where I already see a drop of pre-cum. It’s almost painful, having to deny myself when I see it right there. Just one swift move of my tongue and I could taste him—he wouldn’t be able to stop me in time.
Then he’d punish me. I want him to punish me. I should be a brat and disobey.
As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, he tugs my head and takes his cock away.
“No, that was barely a taste,” I object.
“I see that look in your eye,” he tells me. “You wanted to break my only rule.”
“I’m too hungry for you,” I inform him. “It’s a mean rule.”
Ignoring me, he moves between my legs, lifts them high, and leans down to kiss my pussy again. Arousal flutters in my core and as ridiculous as it is, I almost hope he’ll eat me again. He licks, sucks, and enjoys all the tastes he wants, but I’m not allowed. Big jerkface.
Looking up at me as he slides two fingers deep inside me, he tells me, “Last chance to come to your senses.”
“And suck your cock even though you told me no?” I ask, since that’s the only thing I’m ready to change my mind about.
His lips curve up faintly. “And stop me from claiming this for myself.”
I shake my head. “Nope. You can keep us here for the next year and I won’t change my mind about that.”
Withdrawing his fingers from my core, he grasps his cock and nudges the head between my lips. I clutch the bed sheets, preparing for impact, but he doesn’t move any deeper just yet. He rubs the bare head of his cock against my clit, undoubtedly smearing that first drop of pre-cum inside of me. The thought gets me hot and needy. I want every drop of him inside me. I want him to fuck me, claim me, mark me. I shudder with pleasure as he does it again, at the feel of his smooth skin as he teases my sensitive clit. I look down, wanting to watch. Wanting to see him disappear inside me.
“Fuck me, Sin,” I whisper.
I watch as he fits his cock lower and I feel him at my entrance. I tense up for a second, then remind myself to relax. It only looks like it doesn’t fit; I know it will. He pushes forward a few inches, watching my face as I watch him join us together. Then he shoves forward slowly, until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. I gasp, feeling so fucking full. And I am full—full of Sin. I reach for him and he leans in close. I grab his face and yank him in for a kiss.
“You’re finally inside me,” I murmur against his lips.
His voice is low and rough with need. “I need to move, baby.”
I steal one more kiss, then break away, nodding my head. He pulls his hips back, the aching fullness ebbing, leaving me feeling nearly empty until he thrusts forward and buries himself inside me again. This feels so perfect. He does it a third time and it still stings. I’m so aroused I thought it would be easy passage, but he’s thick and his bare cock doesn’t slide in as easily without a condom. I feel my skin stretching to accommodate him each time he pushes inside me. I need to hold onto him.
I’m greedy for his mouth, so I coax him close again and pepper the corners with kisses, nibbling on his bottom lip. His gaze falls to my breasts, jiggling rapidly with the force of his thrusts. He palms one with his rough hand, running his thumb across the hard nipple.
“All of this belongs to me now. Say it.”
“I belong to you, Sin. Every inch. All of this is yours, only yours.”
“That’s right,” he says, satisfaction heavy in his tone.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” I tell him, lifting my hips to meet his thrust.
“Yeah?” he practically growls. “Tell me more.”
“I want you to stay inside me forever. I never want you to leave.”
“Trust me, pretty girl, I’m not going anywhere. I should’ve done this a long time ago. I should’ve done this the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I bite back a smile as he pumps into me again, filling me up with his hard cock and another spike of pleasure along with it. “That might’ve been awkward, considering I was fucking Rafe that weekend.”
The tenderness is gone in a flash and he pulls out of me, flips me over so fast I lose my breath, and locks his arm around my neck. Even though I know he’d never hurt me, fear shoots through me and my hands fly to his arm, trying to pry the unforgiving bar off me.
“Three strikes,” he says simply.
“What—?”
Then his hand comes down hard and he smacks my ass so hard it stings. I gasp and squirm, instinctively trying to wiggle away.
“Sin—”
A second hard swat comes down in the same place and it stings worse. That one sends a shudder of excitement traveling up my spine, though. My fingers tighten on his arm around my throat, but I don’t try to pry it off, I just hold on, bracing for the third swat.
Instead of a swat, that time he runs his palm across my ass, over the spot where he just spanked me. Then, just when I think he’s soothing me, he draws his hand back and smacks me again.
I cry out at the impact, at the burn that comes with it. Three strikes, he said. I think he’s done. I crane my head back to see, and the sight of him makes my heart drop right out of my rib cage. He’s magnificent when he’s angry, and he looks legitimately livid. His perfect jaw is locked tight, his dark eyes are narrowed with intensity, and his cock, oh, God, his perfect cock is jutting out, prepared to invade me again.
I can’t breathe. I need him inside me again. “I’m sorry,” I tell him, my gaze bouncing from his face to his cock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it.”
If he believes me or even
cares, I can’t tell. My words make no difference. He yanks one thigh to the side, then the other, and I let out a low, tortured moan as he shoves inside me again. It’s different this time, with me on my belly and his arm locked around my neck. Less tender, but oh, so much hotter. I’m pinned here, helpless, and his thrusts are angry, bruising, punishing.
“Oh, God,” I murmur mindlessly, pleasure spiking as he uses his cock to punish my pussy the way his hand punished my ass. It’s the greatest punishment of all time. I’m panting, desperate for every brutal thrust. He thrusts so hard it hurts, but it feels so good, too. “Oh, Sin.”
“That’s right, my fucking name. That’s the only name you say in this bed.”
I consider apologizing again, but damn, I’m not actually sorry, not if his punishments feel this good. I might start pissing him off more often.
His arm across my throat should feel threatening, but as he ravages my pussy, his strong arm is my anchor. I hold onto it, hold it close, even bite him when the tension gets to be too much.
As his cock batters my walls, his grunts of pleasure send me soaring. The evidence that my body feels as good to him as his feels to me is intoxicating. My throat is dry from sucking in breaths, from crying out with every powerful thrust. He labors over me so hard, so fast, so angry, so magnificent. My senses are overwhelmed, the tension in my body ratcheted up to the point that I want to cry. Still, he thrusts. Still, he punishes. It never stops feeling so fucking good, but I need release.
Sudden terror overcomes me. What if he stops? He’s a tease, and this is a punishment. I’ll cry. I will literally sob.
“Please, please, please,” I cry senselessly. I need to add more. I need to cry please don’t stop, but I can’t get out more words. My lungs burn with the effort to drag in breaths, to keep up with his frantic pace. I’m barely hanging onto my grasp on sanity, so great is my need.
“Say my name,” he barks.
Another thrill shoots through my already overly stimulated body. “Sin. Sin. Sin,” I cry it over and over and over.
He batters me again, and again, and again. The heat spreading through my body singes my nerve endings. Then finally, it hits—an orgasm I can only describe as violent, ripping right through me, hitting so much harder than the first one. It is so intense that my mind blanks, my body shudders uncontrollably, and I can only cry out and whimper incoherently. Sin’s arm around my neck tightens and he groans, shoving deep and pumping me full of his cum. “Aw, fuck, Laurel.”
My name on his lips extends the pleasure, extends the high. A sob wracks through me, then another. I feel tears leaking down my face, but I don’t know why. I’m just trying to draw air into my lungs. Sin collapses beside me on the bed, but his face freezes immediately when he sees my tears.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, still not capable of words.
“Why are you crying?” he demands, grabbing me and gathering me close.
I don’t know. I’m not crying on purpose. I’m just… I don’t have the mental capacity to figure it out right now. I caress his face, trying to steady my breathing, and burrow close to his chest.
His arms tighten around me protectively and he presses his lips to my forehead. He gives me a minute to get my shit together, holding me tightly. Once I can function on a semi-normal level, I tip my head up and worship him, dragging my lips along his jaw, kissing every inch of him I encounter.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I tell him.
“What was that?” he asks, still mildly concerned.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, shaking my head. “My body was just—I was feeling so many things. It’s nothing you did—nothing bad, anyway. That was perfect. Absolutely perfect,” I assure him.
“Yeah?” he asks, still sounding a little unsure. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“It was a good cry, if that makes sense.”
“You could’ve stopped me if you didn’t like it,” he tells me.
“I did,” I assure him, my eyes widening. “Don’t think that. I did like it. I want to do it again soon. I promise. I loved every minute.”
That seems to mollify him, but he still mutters, “I told you I didn’t want to go hard on you the first time.”
I kiss his lips, then snuggle against his chest. “I’m glad you did. I want to experience every kind of lovemaking with you. I want it hard, tender, and everywhere in between. I want every single piece of you, Sin. I never want you to hold anything back from me.”
Affection glistens in his dark eyes as he looks down at me, his big, beautifully scarred hand tenderly caressing my jaw. “Same here.”
46
Laurel
When my eyes drift open, the room is still fairly dark due to Sin’s black-out curtains, but I hear him moving around the room quietly, getting ready for the day.
Contentment rolls over me as flashes of last night shoot across my mind—his powerful body moving over mine, how great it felt to finally have him inside me. There’s a vague ache between my legs from how rough he was. I squeeze the muscles, relishing the faint soreness. I want more.
“Come back to bed,” I request, lazily reaching an arm toward him. “I want more sex and more cuddles.”
Chuckling lightly, he crosses the room and comes to stand by my side of the bed. “As tempting as that sounds, I can’t. I was actually just about to wake you up.”
“To give me more sex and cuddles?” I ask hopefully.
“No, to tell you to get your cute little ass in the kitchen and make breakfast.”
Groaning, I ask, “Why does your sexist bullshit turn me on? You’ve broken my brain.”
“Breakfast and coffee for nine,” he tells me, smacking me on the ass. “Get up.”
I roll over and throw the blankets off me, but instead of getting up, I start massaging my breasts. His dark eyes narrow, but he pauses in preparing to button his shirt and lets it hang open. I sigh, letting my hand drift down my abdomen, squeezing my thighs together. “Sin, don’t you want to play with me?”
His nostrils flare and he all but glares at me. It startles me briefly, but then he comes over, grabs my ankle, and yanks me halfway off the bed. I squeal in surprise, grabbing onto the bedding to keep from falling. He doesn’t pull me all the way off though, just close to the edge, and I feel him behind me.
“Ass up,” he tells me.
Excitement floods me and I climb to my knees, putting my butt in the air and clutching a fistful of blankets. The sound of his zipper gets me short of breath, and before I can even look back at him, he shoves into me. I’m a little raw from last night and he didn’t prepare me, so there’s a little resistance, a little burn, but my eyes roll back and I sink back onto him, craving his possession.
“That what you want?” he asks lowly.
“Yes,” I murmur, my head jerking back as he fists my hair and yanks it.
“Rafe’s gonna be here in a few minutes,” he murmurs, pounding into me again. “Every time he looks at you, he’s gonna think about me doing this.”
I’m not sure if this talk is for him or for me, but as long as he keeps riding me like he is, he can say whatever he wants.
“He’ll know I made you mine last night,” he adds, thrusting deep.
“I’ve always been yours,” I tell him.
He releases my hair and pushes on my back, urging my upper body closer to the mattress, then tilting my ass a little higher. When he slides into me again, I gasp, squeezing the fistful of bedding closest to me. Anchoring one hand on my hip, he slips the other one between my thighs and starts teasing my clit while he fucks me.
“Oh, God,” I murmur, closing my eyes.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” he tells me.
I inch each knee out a little more before he slams into me again. My clit seems more sensitive now as he plays with it. He’s relentless and it’s hard to stay still, but when I start to move, he lets go of his hip anchor and swats me on the ass. Excite
ment jumps in my belly at the unexpected spanking.
“Ass up. It drops, I smack it,” he tells me.
Pleasure moves through my loins in waves just from his words, then combined with his finger inside me and his dick pounding into my pussy, I’m stuck in a controlled pleasure vortex. Trying to obey, but so tempted not to. I like when he spanks me, but I like when he holds onto my hip and fucks me, too. The force of his thrusts makes it impossible to stay in one spot on the bed, so the fabric chafes my nipples as he fucks me. It all feels so good.
My legs begin to shake as his finger against my clit gets to be too much. The shaking causes my ass to drop. His finger abandons my clit and I gasp, my eyes popping open. Before I can object, he smacks my ass again.
“What did I tell you?” he asks.
“Oh, God, I was so close.”
He pulls his dick out of me, grabs a fistful of hair, and uses it to drag me upright against his chest. I gasp as his arm moves around my neck like a bar, locking across my throat. “Only good girls get orgasms.”
My heart stalls and I melt back against him, reaching back to loop my arm around his neck. “I am your good girl.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs.
I nod my head and turn my face, needing a kiss. He bends just enough to claim my lips, then he breaks away and shoves me back down on the bed.
“Last chance. Ass up, pretty girl.”
I plant my hands on the bed and thrust my ass in the air. I want that damn orgasm, but more than that, I want to please him. He grabs my hips and shoves his hard cock back into me, pushing on my back to remind me to lower my upper body. I drop lower, keeping my ass up, and once I hit the magic angle, his dick sliding against my walls feels incredible. Every thrust pushes me higher, then he locks in, fucking me hard and fast. My heart races in my chest. I clutch at the sheets and he mercilessly assaults what must be my G-spot, because my whole vagina explodes and sends pleasure shrapnel shooting all over my body.
“Sin, oh my God,” I cry out, grasping helplessly at the bedding like it can help me.
