Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)

There’s a weird mixture of pain and pleasure. It only makes me want Gabriel more. With a pleading expression, I whisper, “Please fuck me.”

“Jesus, Lara.” The words rumble from deep in his chest.

“Please,” I beg. “Without holding back this time. I want to experience how you prefer to have sex.”

With his eyes burning on mine, he tests me by thrusting his finger hard inside me before keeping still. The pinch is sharp, but all the beatings and whippings have taught me how to keep the pain from showing on my face.

“Please,” I whisper again, this time brushing my mouth against his. My tongue darts out, touching his bottom lip, and when he opens, I slip inside. I mimic how Gabriel kissed me in the past, hoping I’m doing it right.

Lowering my right hand, I move my palm down his chest and abs until I reach the bulge in his pants. I start to rub his manhood, that’s already hard. My body feels like it’s going to combust, and I need him to continue fingering me.

My teeth tug at his bottom lip, and I squeeze his hard length, which seems to tip him over the edge.

Gabriel starts to unfasten his belt, and when he pulls his zipper down, goosebumps spread over my skin. He allows me to pull his cock out, and I start stroking him as my mouth searches for his.

He lifts a hand to the back of my head and takes over the kiss, pouring desire and dominance into my mouth.

My fingers tighten around his thick girth, my thumb brushing over the beading drop spilling from him.

With a growl, Gabriel grabs hold of my hips and lifts me against his body. He sets me down on the bathroom counter and steps between my legs. Raising a hand to my face, his thumb tugs at my bottom lip, his eyes filled with so much hunger it makes him look brutal.

And so, so sinful.

“Are you sure you can handle me?”

I don’t care if it hurts the same as last night, I want to be connected to him. “Yes.”

This kind of pain is good, and nothing like I’ve experienced in the past.

Gabriel’s strong fingers wrap around his cock, and as he strokes himself, my mouth starts to water from the sight.

Dear God, I’m really going to go up in flames if he doesn’t do something soon.

Pressing the head of his cock to my clit, he starts to rub me. Pleasure tightens my core, only creating a need for more.

He keeps teasing me until my abdomen is nothing more than a tight ball, and my hips are gyrating as I try to create more friction.

“Beg me to fuck you, Ödülüm,” he demands, his voice strained as if it’s taking all his self-control to not slam into me.

With my eyes locked on his, I submissively murmur, “Please fuck me, Gabriel.”

He positions himself at my entrance, and with a powerful and painful thrust, he fills me. I grab hold of his shoulders and clench my teeth to keep the cry from escaping.

Like a beast, a satisfied groan rumbles from his chest. I watch as his features tighten with pleasure, and it fills me with pride.

Yanking at my hips until our pelvises are flush together, he forces his way even deeper inside me. The pain is sharp, the burning making me feel how he’s stretching me. I’ve never felt so full before.

I look down and seeing where we’re joined, heat flushes through my body from the erotic sight.

“Jesus, don’t do that. You’re tight as it is. If you clamp around me, I will come within seconds.”

A smile curves my lips, pleased that I’m able to pleasure him. I use my inner muscles to squeeze around him again, and as reward, his mouth claims mine in a filthy kiss.

Gabriel begins to move, hard and fast. His pace is relentless.

“Lean back,” he orders.

Bracing my hands behind me on the counter, I obey him, and it gives me a view of his body as he increases his pace until he’s pounding into me.

The burning sensation starts to lessen, and slowly each stroke of his cock creates pleasure deep inside me. My senses are inundated by the forceful way Gabriel is fucking me.

The muscles in his neck strain, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth, and just like last night, he looks powerful.

The pleasure becomes so intense, cries and moans start to spill over my lips. When I see the satisfaction on Gabriel’s face, I don’t try to stop them.

“Louder, baby. I want to hear you scream,” he encourages me.

My body begins to tremble out of control, and my hands search for something to grab hold of. Gabriel braces an arm against the mirror behind me. With him closer, I grab hold of his shirt, my fingers twisting in the fabric.