Sinful Submission

24 ~ Sweet And Demure

Ryder

I plunged a single finger deep into her slick, throbbing p***y, and the cry that tore from Alessia’s lips wasn’t just pleasure — it was raw, desperate need.

She tried to muffle her scream, but it broke through, strangled and high-pitched, like a confession she couldn’t contain.

“You can scream, sweetheart. Let it out,” I murmured against her thighs. “Your daughter can’t hear you. The walls won’t betray you because it's soundproof… but your body will.”

That was all it took.

Her thighs clenched around my head, pulling me in like she wanted to suffocate herself on my mouth. She moaned loud and deep, her voice a sinful hymn as I tasted her.

She was sweet — sweeter than sin. Like ripe apples drenched in lust and danger. Sweet… and utterly demure in the most wicked way.

As if that ignited a spark in her, she let out a loud moan before she wrapped her thighs around my head while I continued to suck her p***y lips.

She tastes just like an apple — Sweet and demure!

“Oh my God, Ryder. I'm so close. Faster. Make me cum.” She shook her legs from the ecstasy she was receiving.

Her moans were desperate — needy — and they echoed in my ears like a melody made just for me.

“F-f**k… ah… oh… that’s so… c-cool… Add one more finger,” she begged, her voice shaking with want, with hunger.

I smirked against her inner thigh, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating, and without hesitation, I slid in another finger, feeling her walls stretch and pulse around me.

Tight.

Wet.

Made for destruction.

Her body arched like a bow pulled taut, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in my hair, still holding me firmly against her heat even though my tongue had been replaced with the slow, punishing rhythm of my hand.

She started rubbing her n*****s with her free hand, twisting them, moaning louder, feeding the fire in my gut.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

With my other hand, I reached down to my d**k, swollen and aching from restraint. My fingers wrapped around it, slick from the precum that dripped down the shaft like molten need. I stroked in sync with the movement of my fingers inside her — deep, slow, relentless.

Her p***y clenched around my tongue, responding to the pressure, to the raw electricity sparking between us.

The sound of her wetness, the smell of sweat, s*x, and sin — it was a f*****g symphony.

And I wanted to make her scream my name until her voice broke.

A few seconds later, her entire body trembled. The way her thighs clenched around my hand, the way her back arched — she was cumming. And f**k, I could feel the heat of it drenching my fingers, spilling onto my face like a reward I didn’t deserve but took anyway.

Her grip on my head didn’t ease. She kept me right there, owning me with her climax. I let her ride it out until the last ripple faded from her trembling legs.

Then I rose up, eyes burning with lust, my chest rising and falling like a man about to lose control. I climbed over her, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her body. Without saying a word, I guided my c**k between her lips.

She welcomed it.

Her mouth, wet and already parted from gasping, wrapped around me like it had missed me. I thrust into her slowly at first, then deeper, letting her warmth swallow me whole. Her hands found my balls, cupping them gently, then playing with them in time with each stroke of her mouth.

Then… f**k.

She smacked my ass. Hard.

I froze for a second, surprised by the sting… but f**k, it felt good. Her palm rubbed the spot, soothing it with slow, circular motions before she struck me again.

My hips jolted.

My c**k shoved deeper into her throat, and I groaned loudly, unashamed.

A woman who chokes on your d**k and spanks your ass? I am surely ruined.

She alternated between gentle caresses and firm slaps, pushing me further into some wild abyss of pleasure I never thought I would enjoy. Her mouth gagged as I thrust deeper, so I paused, giving her a moment to breathe, to regain control.

But when I resumed — rougher, hungrier — I felt it building inside me. That heat. That release. That desperation.

With a final growl, I spilled into her throat, grinding against her lips as my orgasm consumed me. She choked, and a flicker of panic lit up inside me. I pulled out quickly, heart thudding.

Her eyes looked glassy, tears at the corners. s**t — had I gone too far?

I was about to move, to check if she was okay, when she caught my wrist and dragged me back.

Then, with a wicked grin, she opened her mouth and let the c*m pool on her tongue before swallowing. A slow wink. “Now… f**k me.”

Her voice? Cold steel. A command, not a request.

Still kneeling, she turned around and arched on all fours, offering her body with a shamelessness that had me trembling.

Her ass was flawless, round and perfect, and when she glanced over her shoulder, the look in her eyes said she wanted to be destroyed.

I braced myself and shoved my c**k into her waiting p***y. Tight. Slick. f*****g heaven.

Despite the air conditioning humming in the background, sweat beaded down my back. I pulled off my shirt and threw it aside. My fingers sank into the flesh of her ass as I moved — slow, deep strokes that filled her inch by inch.

She gripped the headboard with both hands, moaning into the pillow, and I watched the way our skin clashed — my dark flesh plunging into her pale, perfect pinkness.

This looks like a sin and I am never going to stop.