A touch of sin

Nova..

f**k.

Cuss words flowed from my mouth, all aimed at the man brutally pounding into me. The hard muscles on his abdomen flexed, covered in dark tattoos and a sheer layer of sweat. His arms were so toned and big and holding himself up. I felt caged. Surrounded by a man who f****d me until I couldn’t catch my breath.

Pleasure tingled through every inch of me driving me to curl my toes involuntarily and arch my back off the mattress. Jaw clenching I choked on air as my p***y throbbed around him. My p***y was stretched wide, barely able to accommodate his size but it felt so f*****g good.

Damian spread my knees further, forcing the top of my thighs to my chest before changing his rhythm. Hard, instead of fast. Slow, deep but purposeful.

I cried out, my first instinct was to push him away. The feeling was intensified. He grabbed my wrists in one hand pinning it to the mattress above my head while his mouth moved down to my n****e.

“Do you see how deep I am? Take it, Nova,” he whispered, gently scraping his teeth over my n****e and the sting trembled through my veins.

He kept my wrist in his grip and his hand travelled to my c**t. s**t. When he started circling his his fingertips over my over sensitive c**t, I started squirming in his grasp. I slipped out of his confinement but he was quick to catch me again.

“Stop”, I croaked, already knowing I didn’t mean it. The safe word was there. We both knew it.

“What’s that?,” he asked, lowering his head to hear me. You said harder?”

He wrapped both his rough hands around my neck, suffocating me nearly to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Damian froze. Instead of moving his hips, he started slamming body down on me. Holy f*****g__

“Fuckkk,” I wheezed, clutching his wrist as I watched his d**k disappear into me. He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and twirled around with mine. I gasped against his lips, feeling my stomach begin to tighten with another orgasm. Our kiss was sloppy, a correlation with our f*****g.

I flipped us over, getting no resistance from him as he let me straddle his waist. I slid down on him inside me as I rolled my hips. But even underneath me Damian took control— and it was the best part.

He held my waist, keeping me still as he started thrusting upwards. Every single muscle in my body tensed, unable to take the pleasure racking through my spine and legs. Damian was unrelenting, keeping his dark eyes on me as he f****d me hard.

My short intakes of breath were unstoppable, and I could barely speak. His grip on me was hard, bruising the skin beneath his tattooed hands. For a second, I lost myself within the agonising pleasure-catching myself lick a stripe on the ink gracing the side of his neck.

Damian shivered, sliding his hands down my back to hold my ass as a guidance. He grinded me into him, pressing my stomach flat against his. He was rough, slamming into me so hard that my arousal messed all over him and coated my inner thighs.

I let my weight rest on him, nestling my face into his neck and I planted open mouth kisses on his hot skin. He never stopped stroking my body- and never took his hands off me. My p***y tightened, earning a groan from within his chest. The vibrations shuddered through me, drawing a moan out of me. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily, but that didn't stop us.

The man knew how to f**k.

"You feel so good, nova”," Damian moaned, and I liked the sound of it.

My orgasm came in waves, chills adorning my skin but still, he didn't stop. Damian took my vulnerability as an opportunity to crank it up a notch.

I gasped, my thighs convulsing and trembling on the sides of his waist. I looked at Damian, and he was watching my mouth with sensuous eyes. He licked his bottom lip, staring at me with a desperation I didn't expect. I gripped his jaw, dragging my fingers over his lips and I watched them fall apart and quiver underneath my touch.

"Open your mouth," I whispered, and he followed my demands immediately. Damian showed me his tongue, eager and willing. Kinky f*****g bastard. I gathered my saliva, letting it fall onto his pink tongue before it disappeared down his throat. He swallowed, the lusty expression on his face intensifying. He liked it.

With a drawn out moan, his body stilled— finally releasing his orgasm into the condom. His grip on me tightened painfully, holding me down as we both came hard. When we were done, our sweaty bodies collapsed together, spent and exhausted. My p***y ached, still twitching around him as I struggled to come down from my high. His groans subsided, replaced by heavy pants.

I'm going to be so f*****g sore in the morning.

We looked at each other, tired grins forming on the both of our faces. I raised my hips, sliding him out of me and his d**k fell onto his stomach.

"Messy," Damian whispered, and I let my body fall onto the mattress. Whatever the f**k that was—it was the best thing I had ever experienced. My hand rested on my stomach, too dazed to do anything else for the moment.

The mattress shifted, and without looking—I felt Damian stand up. I turned to lay on my side, breathing out a sigh of relief because my p***y could rest. I had never felt such an intensity before. My thighs were still shaking when Damian ran his hand over my skin and quietly separated my legs. He had a tissue in his hand, and he was using it to wipe me.

I watched him carefully. He had marks on his

chest, neck and shoulders- my marks. Nail

scratches, and dark bruises from where I kissed him too hard and held him too hard. I couldn't believe I did that.

When he was done, he set his hand on the bed and leaned over to kiss me. "That was..." he breathed, not finishing his sentence.

"Actually quite concerning," I joked. It was a terrible joke but he chuckled and shook his head.

"Nothing to worry about, in my opinion," he said, raising to his full height. He had his pants on, but the button and belt remained undone. He disposed of the condom, and I took the opportunity to marvel at the tattoos on his back. I wondered if it hurt, or perhaps he liked the pain and that's why he had so many. Or he just liked the way it looked, because I certainly did.

When he returned to me, he laid down next to me while I waited for my legs to stop tingling. "Am I going to see you again?" he asked, and I almost answered yes until I remembered.

Instead of saying no, I said with a small smile, "Maybe,"