Page 4 of Wicked Sinner

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Ican’t believe what I’m seeing.

I’m far from experienced when it comes to men and their cocks, but I’ve never seen one like this before—and that was before I realized he was pierced. That’s something I never even imagined, let alone have seen firsthand.

I can’t quite believe I’m actually doing this. That I’m on my knees in my garage, doors flung open so anyone driving by could see—although it’s unlikely anyone will—my fingers wrapped around a man’s cock who I met less than an hour ago.

I’ve never done anything like this.

I’m not a good girl, exactly, but I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl either. I need at least a few dates before I roll into bed with someone. I certainly don’t fuck men whose names I just learned.

Am I really going to fuck him?

I think I am. Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen? I’m never going to see him again after tonight. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and even if he’s a bit of an asshole, that doesn’t stop him from being breathtakingly hot, with a cock that belongs on the body of a god.

He’s huge. Long and thick, with those metal piercings running down the taut length of his shaft. I swallow hard, trailing my fingers over them, feeling the bars beneath his velvety skin and teasing the balls on either side, until Caesar sucks in a breath and twists his hand in my hair.

While I was staring at his cock, he undid my hair. It’s loose around my shoulders now, part of it wrapped around his hand, and he uses it to tug my mouth closer to his swollen cockhead, a pearl of pre-cum gleaming at the tip.

“You can play,” he growls, his voice rougher now. “But let me feel that tongue, bellissima, before I lose my patience and fuck your face.”

I can’t believe I’m letting him talk to me like this.

Twenty minutes ago, I was about to call the cops because he demanded I fix his car, and now I’m on my knees, listening to him order me to suck his cock.

But fuck—it’s turning me on. I’m aching between my thighs, and I can feel that I’ve soaked through my panties already.

I’m so wet, dying for him to fuck me, and I know he’s going to.

He’s going to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before, and I’m on my knees right now because I know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t find out what it’s like.

There’s another piercing curving through the tip of his cock. I flick my tongue out against the hot, swollen flesh, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, and his hand tightens in my hair, a groan spilling from his lips that seems to vibrate through my body.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he hisses. “Keep playing, bellissima. Fuck.”

The raw lust in his voice sends arousal crashing through me. I’ve never heard a man talk to me like this in bed, like just the touch of my tongue is taking him apart at the seams. Like he craves my mouth, my hand, my body—anything I’ll give him.

It’s intoxicating. It could be addictive. And I want all of it that he’ll give me tonight.

Fuck being a good girl. For however long we do this tonight, I’m going to enjoy the way he makes me feel.

I swirl my tongue over his swollen cockhead, playing with the piercing as I lick and tease, fluttering my tongue against the soft flesh just beneath his tip. All the while, I stroke him with my hand, feeling the piercings against my palm, careful not to be too rough. Until he tells me otherwise.

“You can grip me harder,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with lust. “I don’t mind a little pain, bellissima.”

That must be true, I think, considering how many piercings he has through the most sensitive part of his body.

They seem to have made him even more sensitive, because every stroke of my hand, every teasing flick of my tongue, seems to drive him wild.

His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving, and I wonder if he’s going to come before I get to find out what all this feels like inside of me.

“Don’t worry, tesoro,” he growls, as if he heard my thoughts. “I want to come in your pretty mouth, but that won’t be the only place I come tonight. I’ll just lick you until you scream for me, and I’m hard for you again.”

Jesus Christ. My body feels like a live wire, every part of me unprepared for this man—how he looks, how he talks, how he’s going to feel when he touches me.

I’m trembling with arousal, my thighs squeezing together as I take the tip of his cock between my lips, sliding my mouth down as I roll my tongue over the piercing, and he growls again.

He reaches down, flicking the clasps of my overalls open and letting the denim fall down to my waist. “Take your top off,” he moans, his eyes raking over me hotly as I look up at him. “I want to see those pretty tits while you suck me off.”

Everything he says is filthy. Crude. Demanding. And I’m so fucking wet.

I obey, letting go of his cock just long enough to pull my cropped T-shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it—my breasts are small enough that I don’t have to wear one—and Caesar sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of me topless as I wrap my lips around him again.

“Fuck, you look good,” he groans. “So fucking pretty with your top off and my cock in your mouth. God, your mouth feels so good. Take more of it, bellissima. Show me how well you can take all of my pierced cock.”

I never thought I had a praise kink, but something about his clear pleasure in what I’m doing, his compliments, only makes me that much more aroused.

I obey, eager for more of his encouragement, sliding my lips down his cock slowly, careful of the metal against my teeth as I adjust to having something so different than anything I’ve had before in my mouth.

He moans, a ragged sound as his cock throbs on my tongue, more of his pre-cum spilling out.

“God, I’m going to come down your throat so fucking hard.

” His fingers press into the back of my head as I struggle to take more—he’s huge, and there’s no way I’m making it all the way down.

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I lick and suck, and Caesar groans again as I feel his pierced cockhead push into the back of my throat.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this. So fucking gorgeous.” His fingers, wrapped in my hair, stroke the back of my head.

“I’m going to come for you soon, bella ragazza.

I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum.

” His hips twitch, thrusting lightly over my tongue as I suck harder, enjoying the odd feel of the pressure of the metal through his skin.

It feels different, but it’s exciting. New. Wild.

A little dangerous.

I feel him throb, his hips twitching again, and I know he’s close. I let out a moan as I look up at him, bobbing along his length as I stroke the base of his cock, and Caesar’s jaw tightens, an almost pained sound spilling from between his teeth.

“Fuck, bellissima, I’m going to come—fuck—”

His body jerks, a thick, hot spurt of cum drenching my tongue and shooting down my throat as I feel him stiffen and pulse.

I swallow convulsively, determined to take everything he has to give me, but after another spurt, he yanks himself free, his hand wrapping around his length as another hot jet drips over my lips.

“Tongue out, bellissima, I want to see—” He strokes himself feverishly, another spurt of cum arcing out just as I open my mouth, and he aims it at my tongue, groaning at the sight before he angles his cock downwards and comes all over my breasts, more heat splashing across my skin as he groans.

I’ve never seen a man come so hard. I should be angry that he came on my face and chest without asking, but what did I expect?

He’s so fucking arrogant, I imagine he thinks he can come wherever he pleases.

Maybe I’d be angry if I wasn’t so fucking turned on, but right now I feel like, if I don’t come soon, I’m going to die.

I’ve never been so desperate for an orgasm in my life.

Caesar lets go of my hair, reaching for my arm to help me up. He backs me toward the Ferrari, a hungry glint in his eye, and I realize what he’s about to do the instant before the back of my legs hit the hood.

“Lie back,” he instructs, his voice gravelly with lust. “I want to see you spread out over my car with my cum all over your tits while I eat you out. I want you to come just like this, lying on my car like a fucking feast for my mouth and my cock.”

He’s still half-hard, I see, thick even when partially soft, hanging in the space of his open jeans.

He sees the look on my face and smirks, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, bellissima,” he purrs, before dragging the shirt up, revealing abs so chiseled that I don’t know how they can possibly be real.

“And get ready for me to make you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

He’s so fucking arrogant, but I believe him.

His hair is messy around his face, his eyes—a gorgeous dark blue, I realize—gleaming with lust. I swallow hard, pushing my overall shorts down over my hips, leaving me in only a pair of thin black cotton panties that I can feel are soaked through.

I start to push those down, too, but Caesar shakes his head.

“Wait,” he growls, and then he’s between my legs, spreading them open as he drops to his knees in front of me.

I stare down at him, unable to quite believe this is happening. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man, and now he’s between my legs, kneeling on the hard concrete, his hands skimming down my inner thighs as his eyes darken with lust.

He reaches up, pressing his fingers against the cotton between my legs.

I let out a helpless moan even as my face heats with embarrassment at how wet I am—just the pressure of his fingers feels good, I’m so aroused.

Caesar makes a sound low in his throat, looking up at me as he reaches up to pull my panties down.