Page 74 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part Two

He drags out slowly but slams back in, hard enough to steal my breath, and holds. Savors. He does it again, and again, teasing me with his restrained pace.

“You know you’re mine now, sì?”

I hum. Nod.

“Cristo, Mercy—perfect—so wet⁠—”

Each time he enters me, his gruff voice breaks a little more.

“Brava, pic—ah—just like—sss—so deep⁠—”

I lift my gaze to the mirror and watch him lose himself.

“Never had it this good—porca miseria—look at you⁠—”

Hands on my hips, muscles corded, and tendons pronounced, Cisco’s shadowed expression is blissfully agonized, hooded gaze locked on where he fills me. Brows lifted in the middle, jaw clenched hard, nostrils flared, sweat on his upper lip. He’s still holding back.

“Harder,” I demand.

“Dio.” He starts pistoning his hips faster. “I can’t say no to you like this.”

My sensitive body is already building toward another peak. The plug, the fullness, the control, the rhythm . . . it’s all too much, and I love it.

The sheets muffle my moan. “I’m going to come just like this⁠—”

Each thrust increases the pace and punches sound out of me. Gasps, whimpers, grunts, and embarrassing high-pitched mewls as the tension coils tighter.

“Please,” I sob. “Yes, I need more—I’m almost⁠—”

His grip drops to my thighs, fingers inadvertently digging in hard over my cilice wounds. Pain slices through me with his next impact, along with my orgasm, and I scream.

Wave after wave of euphoria floods my limbs, my lungs, my vision. The world narrows to nothing but white heat and trembling sensation. I ride it, grinding back on Cisco’s cock, groaning and delighting in the way I can still squeeze out more pleasure, making it last.

The timer finally dings.

Rude.

I can’t help but laugh, breathless and giddy when I realize what that means. “I came twice in nine minutes? Not nearly enough. But also, babe—fuck me, you know how to rock my world.”

Cisco is too still. His cock remains hard and unmoving inside me.

I glance over my shoulder, brush hair from my sweaty face, and find him rigid, muscles twitching, broad chest heaving with ragged breaths. He’s staring at his hands gripping my thighs.

“Babe?”

Wild eyes clash with mine, and he jerks out of me, stumbling back into the shadows shrouded by the curtains.

I scramble up to face him. “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t⁠—”

“You can have a break if you need it. I’m not going anywhere.”

A feral sound rumbles from deep in his chest, and I clench. The sharp action triggers a new wave of aftershocks from the plug’s vibrations, and I curse. The battery is waning, but I’m done with it. I need something real.

“Take this plug out because I don’t think I can handle it anymore.”

“Mercy—”