Home.
Ignoring the way the word causes my heart to race, I slide across the bench seat until my thigh is flush with his, buckling myself with the middle seatbelt.
I’ve never been more grateful for my automatic truck than now as Saint grips my thigh like it’s a lifeline as he pulls out of the bar parking lot.
We don’t talk on the ten minute drive to his house, letting the soft music on the radio fill the silence. Saint’s grip tightens on my thigh the closer we get, the tension in the cab of the truck growing thicker with every minute. By the time we pull up in front of his house, I’m so turned on I think I might combust.
As soon as he has the truck in park, he’s on me, turning my head and smashing his lips against mine. The position is awkward with the way our bodies are twisted, but I can’t find it in me to care too much when his kiss is as desperate as I feel.
Saint pulls away with a groan. “Inside. Now. I need you so bad.”
I don’t even get to respond because Saint throws open the door and pulls me through the driver’s side, hustling into the house.
As soon as the front door is closed, I’m pinned against it, and he’s back to kissing me. His tongue invades my mouth, and he tastes faintly of beer, chocolate-covered strawberries, and something uniquelyhim.
I swear I’ll never not crave his taste.
One hand slides between the door and my body, grabbing a handful of my ass and lifting me up until my legs are wrappedaround his waist. The dress I’m wearing rucks up around my hips until his covered cock wedges against my damp panties.
Saint pulls away from my lips and presses wet kisses down the side of my neck murmuring, “I can feel how wet you are. Tell me what you want, Mikelle.”
“I want you.” I gasp as he nips at my sensitive skin.
“How do you want me, sweetheart?”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
Saint makes a noise between a whimper and a groan, ripping me away from the wall. He carries me to his room and gently slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor. He spins me around and slowly pulls on the zipper of my dress. Without the zipper holding it up, the dress falls, leaving me exposed in only my red lace panties. I opted not to wear the silicone boob things.
Saint leans down and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts. “I could stare at you for hours and still never get tired of the view. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Mikelle.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thank you for gracing me with your beauty. Now, lie on the bed. Daddy’s hungry.”
Biting my lip, I follow his command, slipping off my panties and crawling on the bed. I lie down, then I push up to my elbows to watch Saint undress. I didn’t get to appreciate the strong expanse of his shoulders and chest or the softness of his belly earlier.
Good grief, he’s gorgeous.
When he’s stripped off his costume and his underwear, my thighs squeeze together at the sight of his hard, thick cock jutting proudly from his body. I lick my lips, remembering the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him in my mouth. I want to taste him again.
Saint grips his length, pumping once slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to last.”
“I want to taste you again.”
“Later, sweetheart.” He crawls on the bed, hovering over me, kissing me again. This kiss is gentler, slower. The urgency is still there, but it’s overpowered by something deeper than simply lust. The same thing I was too scared to name earlier.
Saint pulls away and shuffles down the bed until his face is in front of my pussy. With no further teasing, he licks up my entrance and groans.
“Hold on tight, Mikelle. I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“I’ll beg now. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
“Not until I have a taste.”
I would protest more, beg again, but the feeling of his tongue circling my clit and his fingers gripping my thighs is too good. I’m so worked up, I know it won’t take long for me to come like this.
Saint pulls his mouth away, replacing it with his thumb as he works two fingers inside me and slowly pumps them. “I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. This sweet cunt is sucking my fingers right in. Come for Daddy. Give it to me. I need it. Need to taste my favorite thing.”
