Sin Of Innocence

Episode 6

“How long have you been fucking Liam?” Emanuel asked. My lips parted in shock. For a moment, I forgot all about the accusations he laid upon me.

“I’m not having sex with Liam, Emanuel!” I exclaimed only for his hand to pummel down onto my skin even harder. It was almost certain that he was going to leave behind a bruise.

“Don’t lie to me,” Emanuel raged on. “He doesn’t deserve your lips, your body, you. You are mine, Christina. You’ve been mine for two fucking years, do you understand me?” 3

I tried to pull myself up, but his hand was stopping me.

“Two years, and all of a sudden, you stake your claim on me? No, it doesn’t work like that. If I have sex with Liam, even though I would never, it shouldn’t matter because I am a single woman who can do whatever the hell I want to do,” I let out.

My body instinctively flinched at the feeling of motion coming from behind me. I expected him to deliver another smack to my bottom, but he didn’t. Instead, he rubbed the skin he had been hitting soothingly. 1

“I’m sorry. I have been going insane for two years because all I could think about was waiting until you were more mature. Nineteen was far too young for the stress and baggage that came with being with a man like me. It was hell waiting, and I’m tired of it. I want you, Christina. I’m not saying now, but if you would let me, I wouldn’t mind being here by your side for forever,” he vowed. 17

As I processed his words, I was finally allowed to pull myself up. When I turned around to gaze at him, I searched his face for any truth. In looking for something to disprove his words with, like a smirk or a smile, I found nothing. He was serious because he meant every word, and my heart danced because of it.

“You want… me?” I whispered out. 6

He pressed his lips against my cheek before delivering a trail of pecks down my neck. “I do.”

My eyes shut as his trail of kisses went from a peck to something stronger. He was sucking my skin, biting, and licking. The sensations were driving me insane.

“I need you. Only you,” he declared. Those words were enough to have my lust claw at my body.

Never in my life would I have thought I would gain such a confession from a man like Emanuel Mariano. He was too beautiful, too smart, and too wealthy to ever want a girl like me, yet there he was. He had declared his intentions with me, and it coaxed my mind with this new-found confidence.

I grabbed a hold of his hand with a smirk. He broke away from the manipulations he was applying to my skin with an arch to his brow. Without bothering to waste another moment, I began to pull him towards my bedroom. His reluctance quickly vanished when he realized where I was taking him.

Neither of us cared that we almost slammed the door off its hinges as we embraced one another for a greedy kiss. The desire had been blooming deep within me for two years, and it was finally beginning to explode. I welcomed every part of the explosion, praying that it would burn me sinfully. 3

Emanuel closed the door with his foot just before he threw me down onto my bed. As my body bounced from the force, he rid himself of his slacks. I watched him behind sultry eyes as his huge member became prominent from the briefs he wore. 3

“It’s all yours, baby,” he grinned cockily. 7

I playfully rolled my eyes before crawling over to him. Lust swayed with my body until I was at the edge of the bed. His eyes were telling me exactly what to do. I was hypnotized by how slowly he slid his suit jacked off of his muscular body. Making sure to trace over every rigid muscle, I maneuvered my hands over to the buttons of his shirt. I took my time unbuttoning each one. Once it was off, I had to contain my gasp. He looked like he could model as a side job with the way his body bewitched whoever were to look at him. It was challenging to keep my eyes off.

“Can I take these off of you?” I asked, bringing my eyes up to meet his as I played with the waistband of his briefs. 2

“Of course,” he responded.

I felt an urge to do more. I wanted to be titillating in a way that he would never forget.

I leaned over and allowed my tongue to brush across the skin above his waistband. My hands curled against the hem as I leisurely began to pull them down. With each bit of skin that became visible, my tongue slithered over to welcome it.

When his thick, long shaft popped into view, I gaped at him. Bringing my lips up from the base to the tip after ridding his briefs from his body, a shudder scuttled through him like a wave. As I made my way up, I made sure to lick the mushroom of his hardened member. 57

Emanuel gripped the strands of my hair and pushed himself deep into my mouth. He only went about halfway, but I could already feel him lodged in my throat. A moan rumbled through him as he began to pump himself in my throat. There were so many times that I had gagged, but he ignored every single one. He was determined to fit all of his erection into my gaping mouth.

He tossed his head back, biting down on his lip as he did. His arousal was too much for the throbbing sensation deep in my core, so I allowed my hand to find my center. I pushed my panties to the side and let my finger move up and down my lips. A moan sounded through me once I pushed inside to massage my inner walls. Emanuel almost growled at the sight. He lightly tapped the side of my face, almost as if he were warning me. “Stop touching yourself.” 9

I allowed my panties to snap back into place before bringing my hand back to his shaft. As I began to stroke the parts I couldn’t reach, my other hand went down to massage his balls.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned. “I’m close.”

A boost of adrenaline ran through my body when I managed to fit his entire length into my mouth. I held it there until oxygen began begging for an entrance. As I slowly dragged my mouth back to the tip, I let my tongue move with the path of my lips. 3

Once I looked up into his blue eyes, he came deep in my throat. I didn’t even get a chance to stop the cum dripping down my chin while a lone tear fell from my eyes.

When I swallowed his load of cum, I used my hand to wipe away the excess on my chin. I then brought it into my lips, where I sucked my finger into my mouth. The entire time he was watching me hungrily.

I could just tell he wasn’t done with me based on the way his penis was beginning to grow erect once more.

“Lay down,” he demanded.

I was so ready for him, and he knew it. The moment I laid down on my back, he was hovering over me. Emanuel practically ripped open my blouse, leaving me in only a bra and panties. Nevertheless, it didn’t last too long because Emanuel slid off my underwear and undid my bra with ease. I was completely bare for his eyes, and he gazed intensely.

With each passing second of him looking at me—possibly judging me—I couldn’t bother to stop myself from covering my bareness with my arms.

“Stop,” Emanuel commanded, pulling apart my hands and pinning them above my head. “You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen. I just can’t stop looking at you.”

I leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss.

Despite me fighting to get rid of his one-handed restraint on my wrists, his other hand busied itself with tracing the outline of my body down to the dip between my thighs. His finger quickly caught a touch of just how turned on I truly was by this man.

“You are so wet,” he breathed out, breaking the kiss momentarily.

My tongue dove back into his mouth where it lightly scraped against his. I was exploring everything he was allowing me to as his soft lips moved with my own.