I can feel myself get wetter at his dirty talk. I love it when he talks to me. This sweet baker has a dirty mouth, and it’s sexy as hell.
“More, please, Daddy.”
“Does my greedy girl need another finger?” He pulls his fingers out and works in a third. It’s not what I was talking about, but I’m not complaining. I shake my head, and Saint hums. “Oh, my dirty girl likes when I talk? Hm? You like hearing how pretty your pussy looks stretched around Daddy’s fingers?”
“Yes,” I moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“Can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock. Your cunt is incredible, Mikelle. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. If I could keep you in my bed all day, every day, I would. I’d keep you stretched and fucked twenty-four seven.Fuck,that’s it. I can feel you’re close. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.”
My back bows off the bed as Saint’s tongue circles my clit, and my orgasm rips through me as I cry out his name. He pulls his fingers out of me and hovers his body over mine, teasing the head of his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him inside me, but he’s stronger than I am and doesn't give in.
“Calm down, sweetheart. I need a condom.”
“Okay. Hurry, please.” I sound whiny and needy, but I don’t care. I want Saint.
He pulls a condom from his nightstand and rips open the packet, rolling the latex over his cock. He gives me no warning, just slides inside me in one quick movement. We both moan when his hips are flush with mine. For a minute, he just holds himself there, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“Fuck me, you feel so good. This pussy was made to take my cock, wasn’t it? Perfect fit.” Saint pulls out and thrusts back in. He grips both of my wrists with one hand, pulling them above my head and lying on his elbow so his body is flush with mine. “Tell me if I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not. You feel so good.”
I expect Saint to start rutting into me with abandon, chasing his release, but he doesn’t. I should know by now Saint isn’t in this for a quick fuck.
What I expected to be a frenzied, fast, passionate fuck morphs into something soft and vulnerable. Saint’s forehead presses to mine as sweet praise and dirty commands fall from his mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
So fucking perfect.
Open your legs wider for me, sweetheart.
That’s perfect. So fucking good for me.
You feel like heaven.
Come on Daddy’s cock, Mikelle. Show me who owns your pleasure.
“It’s never felt like this,” I gasp as his cock drags against my g-spot.
“It’s never felt like this for me, either. Tell me what you need,” he grits out.
“Fuck me harder, please.”
Saint curses as he pulls out and flips me so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. He thrusts in hard, and I jolt forward. “Your ass is so fucking sexy. I wish you could see the way it bounces while I fuck you. Come on, sweetheart. Come for me.”
The desperation in his voice sends me over the edge, and I come again, pulsing around his cock and moaning into the pillow. He groans and slams into me one more time before I feel him pulse and fill the condom.
Saint collapses next to me on the bed. He removes the condom and throws it in the trash next to his bed. Then, he bands an arm over my stomach, bringing me against him so he’s spooning me from behind.
“We’ll shower in a little bit,” he mumbles.
I relax in his arms, my heart bursting with emotions that both thrill and terrify me.
22
When I finally found the motivation to move last night, I led Mikey to my shower and left her under the warm water while I grabbed us each a change of clothes. When I joined her, she let me help her gently wipe off her makeup and wash her body and hair.
Once we were both clean, I helped her dry off, brushed her hair, and then slipped one of my T-shirts over her head and a pair of boxers on her legs.
We laid in bed, debriefing about our day until her eyelids started to droop with exhaustion. She fell asleep with her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach.
