His thumb presses against my slit, making my arousal seep through the grey cotton. Before I have a second to beg for more, his face falls back down. I watch as his tongue licks through the dark spot, and a growl rumbles through his throat. I attempt to reach down and move the fabric to the side before he catches my hand with a strong grip.
“Not yet,” he groans out, reaching up to grab the seatbelt. Saint twists the material around my wrist before pulling out the remainder of the belt. He clicks it in place and lets go. The beltsucks back into its home until all that’s left is the tight material holding my arms above my head.
“You’re such a good girl, baby. Keep them there.” He warns before diving back in. His tongue applies a significant amount of pressure and my body involuntarily wiggles below him. No matter which direction I thrash, he keeps the pressure right above my tipping point, never allowing me to find my release.
“I need more!” I beg, attempting to tug my hands free. The urge to touch him overwhelms me. I crave the feeling of my fingertips gripping on to his dark hair. Anything to keep myself grounded while he brings my body higher and higher.
To appease me, Saint slides my panties down my thighs and leaves me bare to him. He sucks against my clit, bringing extra blood flow to the nub. My orgasm teeters on the edge,just out of reach.
His teeth graze against me, sending goosebumps down my limbs. “You look so pretty falling apart for me.” He groans out against my pussy.
The vibration from his words hit me just right and I cry out as the waves of pleasure pull me under. He doesn’t let the moment go to waste as he shoves his tongue into me. My walls clench around the muscle and I grind myself into him.
Saint pulls away, watching me with awe. I keep my eyes trained on him as he slowly pulls his cock from the restraints of his pants. It springs free, bobbing in the air between us. Precum coats the red tip and I salivate with desire.
“Be selfish.” I whimper.
His eyes darken and he doesn’t waste a moment lining up with my entrance. There’s a slight pressure as he pushes the head in. With his left hand he grips the hair close to my scalp. Saint uses the hold to keep himself steady as he slowly slides his full length into me. The metal balls rub against me, grasping on to the remnants of my orgasm.
“Oh Saint,” I sob out, letting my head fall back against the door. His forehead presses against mine as he begins to move in and out.
“Just like that.” He rasps out. “Look how well you take my cock.”
My second orgasm rapidly builds inside me and with a few more strokes, I’m falling once more. Saint holds my hips in place as he continues to pound into me. My release spills onto the seats below us, and covers my legs in the process. It’s more than what’s happened before, and for a moment it stuns me.
“Baby, did you just squirt?” Saint moans into my ear.
“I- I think so,” I whisper back. My cheeks flame with embarrassment.
Saint shoves himself deep into me, causing me to yelp. “You will not be embarrassed about coming undone for me. You’re myDying Star, and everything you do is perfect.”
I try to respond but the only noise I find myself capable of making is breathless sounds of ecstasy. He drives himself into me again and again. Leaving me nothing but a blubbering mess, ready to bend at his will.
“I’m going to come,” he rushes out, picking up the pace. “Come with me Nova. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me.”
His dirty words do exactly what he intended, pushing my body to the brink of collapse as another orgasm roars through me.
He pulls out right at the end, letting his cum coat my swollen lips. Saint lets out a sigh before reaching up to undo my hands. I twist them around as I attempt to bring the circulation back through them. Next he reaches over the center console, grabbing a roll of paper towels.
I shoot him a confused glance.
“They’re for work.” He gives me a soft smile before spending some time wiping me clean. Saint’s touch is soft yet thorough.He treats me like I’m a prized possession, one that he couldn’t bear letting get dirty.
“Luke texted me yesterday,” I quietly announce, unsure how he’ll feel about it.
Saint gives me a slow up and down movement with his head, debating on his words. “And what did he say?”
“That you needed me.”
“I’m trying to get clean.” He sits back, stretching his legs open before letting his head hang. “It hasn’t been pretty. I’m not there yet.”
I sit up, placing my hands into his lap. “Trying is the first step.” My voice sounds hopeful but in reality the idea still fills me with fear. Fentanyl is no joke. Each time he uses, he’s gambling with his life. You can only win so many times.
“I don’t want to be another addict in your life, Nova.”
A light huff leaves me, “well good thing father dearest is supposedly sober now. So the spots open.”
Saint shakes his head but he’s unable to conceal the smirk that plays on his lips. “You’ve got a fucked up sense of humor. You know that right?”
