I bite my lip, trying to obey as he begins a slow, torturous rhythm with the beads, dragging them back and forth.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily against the rosary. “Lucien, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, his voice deceptively calm despite the tension I can feel radiating from his body. “Tell me what you want, Little Sinner.”
“I want you inside me,” I gasp as he increases the pressure, the beads rolling perfectly over my clit. “I need you to fuck me now.”
He withdraws the rosary, and I whimper at the loss.
He strokes himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You ready for me?”
I nod, spreading my knees wider. “Please, Lucien. I need you.”
He lines himself up at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my wet folds. “Since you asked so nicely...”
He drives into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I scream, my back arching as he stretches me open. The jersey bunches around my waist as he begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has me clawing at the sheets.
“That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it all. Take every fucking inch.”
I push back against him, meeting each thrust with equal force. The headboard bangs against the wall, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
“You like this?” he asks, his voice rough with lust. “You like being fucked in my jersey?”
“You feel so fucking good,” I moan, my fingers clutching at the sheets. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that have me seeing stars. “I’m not stopping until you come for me, Little Sinner. Until you scream my name.”
His other hand grabs a fistful of the jersey, using it to pull me back onto his cock with even more force. The fabric strains beneath his grip, and I hear a faint tearing sound.
“Rip it,” I demand, looking back at him with wild eyes. “Tear it off me.”
His eyes flash with dark pleasure. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “Fucking destroy it.”
With one powerful yank, he tears the jersey down the middle, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. Cool air hits my exposed back as the torn garment falls away from my shoulders. I’m still wearing my bra, but the rest of me is bare to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his pace faltering for just a moment as he takes in the sight of me—half-dressed, fucked-out, and completely his. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He flips me onto my back, never breaking our connection. The movement changes the angle, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with need. “Let me hear you.”
He leans down, capturing my nipple through my bra with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against the lace sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into his mouth, desperate for more.
“Lucien,” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. “I’m close. So close.”
He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit again. “Come for me,” he demands. “Let go.”
The combination of his cock filling me, his mouth on my breast, and his fingers on my clit is too much. Pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, washing over me in waves that leave me trembling.
“That’s it,” he growls against my skin, never slowing his thrusts. “Fucking beautiful when you come.”
My orgasm seems to go on forever, my inner walls clenching around him as he continues to pound into me. When the intensity finally subsides, I’m a boneless, gasping mess beneath him.
But he’s not done. Not even close.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his eyes drinking in the sight of my pussy, still wet and glistening from my orgasm. “You’re fucking perfect.”
