Sinner's Creed (Sinner's Creed #1)(27)

I part her lips with my fingers, my eyes delighting in the soft, pink flesh between her legs. It makes me want to beat my chest and announce to the world that once I take her, she will be mine.

But she already is mine. She has been mine for a long time. This feeling is more powerful than knowing I can take a life. It’s more powerful than knowing I can cause fear and pain. It’s the power of bringing her pleasure. And other moments of my life when I thought I was powerful don’t even compare.

I slide my tongue across her * and she is so hot for me that even the heat of my mouth is cool in comparison. I let my tongue swirl over her, making sure to not miss one inch of the sweetness that is her arousal. I slowly insert a finger inside her and soon she is bucking her hips to meet the thick, callused knuckle that is caressing her. I push further and then add another, circling her and stroking her walls—widening her in preparation for me. I continue the slow, torturous strokes until I feel her relax completely—ready for release, but I deny her.

I climb over her, kissing my way up her body, letting her pleas for release fuel my desire to make this perfect for her. Her knees are open and welcoming. I kiss her mouth and let her taste herself while I pull my jeans and boxers off. Now my naked body is covering hers and it’s a perfect f*cking fit.

I leave her mouth and pull one of her nipples between my lips, sucking hard then soothing her with my tongue. Her hands are in my hair. Her head is pressed into the carpet and her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open and mine finds it once again.

My cock is hard and throbbing, begging to be inside her. I kiss her softly on the corners of her lips then find her bright green eyes, open and willing me to take her. She is nervous. She is scared. But her desire for me outweighs her fear.

“Please, Dirk.” She can see the uncertainty in my eyes. She can read my thoughts. She knows I’m just as nervous as she is. I don’t want to hurt her, but I know I will. I have to tell myself that eventually, the pain will subside and I will be able to bring her to levels of pleasure she never thought possible.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” She likes when I call her baby. I like how her body seems less tense now that I’ve told her I’m here. And I’ve called her the endearment she says she likes. I’m not gonna use a condom. I’m clean and I know she is too. She is on the pill. I saw it on the counter along with her other female shit that I like so much, especially when it’s sitting next to mine. I’m gonna take her bareback and just the thought of how she will feel when I’m inside her, skin on skin, has me breaking out into a sweat.

I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and watch her take a deep, steadying breath. Her eyes are open and they never leave mine as I push slowly inside her. The head is in and I haven’t hurt her yet. I’m not deep enough for that. I’m trying not to concentrate on how good she feels. I’m trying to focus on bringing her the least bit of discomfort I can. I could probably just thrust into her and shed a little mercy on both of us, but that seems brutal.

I push a little further until I feel her tightening around me. I take a deep breath, preparing to advance. There is no way this pain could be worse for her than it is for me.

“Kiss me,” she says, her eyes on my lips. I oblige and while I’m distracting her with my mouth, I push through her tight walls until I am completely inside her. She is tight. So f*cking tight that the grip her * has on me is almost painful.

“Okay?” I ask, breathy and nervous. She nods before taking my mouth again. When I feel her contract around me, I pull back, then thrust into her slowly.

This time, her ragged breath is not from nerves or pain or discomfort—it’s from pleasure. I f*ck her slowly, burying myself completely. Widening her to accommodate all of me. I shift myself so that I’m hitting that spot inside her sweet * that causes her eyes to roll in the back of her head. I drive faster into her, filling her.

I want to suck her nipples. I want to kiss her lips. I want to lick her neck. But I can’t take my eyes off of her face. She is experiencing sex with me for the first time and she f*cking loves it. Her moans are loud. Her hips are thrusting, urgent and impatient. I can’t pull too far out of her because she likes the way it feels when I’m buried deep inside.

Her fingers are in my hair, on my shoulders, clawing my back. Doing everything in their power to force me further into her. She wants it harder, but I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want her to get lost in the moment and then be in pain tomorrow. I want to f*ck her slow, and work her up to the hard f*cking that she desires. But she’s not having it.

“Harder, Dirk. Fuck me harder.” I’m battling one head with the other. My cock wins and I sit up on my knees and wrap my arms under her thighs. Her back is arched off the floor and I pull her to me, slamming into her, and her breath catches in her throat. I’m worried I’ve hurt her, but when I slow down, she demands more.

“Again. Do that again.” I grip her thighs and drive back into her, pulling out slowly, before delivering another powerful thrust. “Yes, just like that. Please, don’t stop.” Nothing could make me stop right now. If the house was on fire, we would go up in flames before I deprived this lovely creature of what she wants.

I watch as her tits bounce with each thrust, and I have to fight my own release. Her hands are fisted in her hair. Her moans are loud and guttural. I’m working her sensitive spot with practiced perfection. I’m thanking all the women I have ever made come because it has made me the expert I am at pleasing her. When her body stills and I feel her pulsating around me, I coat her release with my own. And this time the moans that fill the room belong to me.