“Oh, yes, yes,” fingers twisted in the covers, locking me in place, I chanted over and over as he drove my body higher and beyond anything I’d felt before.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any more mind-blowing, he shifted slightly, resting his chest on the bed and positioned my knees over his shoulders, his fingers spreading my pussy lips open before his tongue snuck inside.
My upper body snapped upward with the penetrative shock, but he held me down with his right hand pressing on my belly. I was shaking harder now. My toes curling in my shoes, my thighs stiffening against the sides of his head. Every time I felt, what I decided was my orgasm, building, he changed the position of his manipulative tongue. Licking, sucking, biting, he alternated between each, driving me insane. When he finally latched onto my clit and stayed, I groaned my approval.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, not recognizing my husky voice or that feeling shooting down my spine, circulating in my lower gut almost like I teetered on the edge of oblivion. Afraid to fall but craving the outcome.
Then he stopped, pulling back.
“What the...” the words fell from my lips on a disgruntled sob. I pushed up onto my elbows, staring at him.
“Say it, and I’ll give what you want.” Those lips glistening with my arousal tugged up on one side in a smile I was sure would be as devastating as the tongue he just had inside me.
Between the annoyance and flushed body aching for a fulfilment from a stranger I didn’t quite understand, I couldn’t answer him because my mouth seemed to have lost its ability to create coherent sentences.
“I could eat your pussy all night long,” he growled, twirling his tongue over my clit, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. My hips bucked, shoving my pussy into his face. He was having none of that. “But I won’t.”
Pushing up onto his palms, he crawled up my body, forcing me back down. With his forearms resting on either side of my head, his face hovering inches above mine and that familiar scent I still couldn’t place, stole the air to my nostrils. He pressed his crotch to my slickened pussy, and I felt his rock-hard erection. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering when he slowly rotated, letting his firm cock grind into my pussy. I widened my legs instinctively, wanting more and he rocked into me. He grazed his teeth along my jawline, nibbling my chin and I felt the dampness of my arousal on his lips.
“You want me to bury my cock inside your sweet little pussy, my pet?’ he asked, tilting his head to one side and my fingers itched to rip off his mask. “Yes? No?” Half afraid to answer in case he was teasing me, my nod was slight. His laugh soft, he moved each of my hands one at a time above my head and slipped his fingers into mine, his grip tightening as he rolled his cock back and forth over my pussy. Delirious with need, my breathing sped up. “Call me sir and I’ll fuck you right now,” he whispered in my ear.
“Why?” I panted.
“I’m a man who likes control and right now you’re not giving me that.” He sucked the skin on my neck, and I squirmed.
“Like you’re not giving me what I want?” Once again, I shocked myself more than I did him.
Stiffening, he slowly moved off me. Disappointment lined my stomach, but I refused to show it. He straightened, running his thumb and index finger over the shape of his mouth to remove traces of my arousal. “I could whip it out of you if I wanted.”
“But you’re not allowed to hurt me without my consent, right?”
His brow shot up and I wasn’t sure if he smiled, before he turned and walked away.
Anxious, I sat up, aware my heart was thumping a crazy beat in my chest. When he returned and I swallowed noticing the object in his hand. Unease became embarrassment pretty quickly.
Chapter 10 - Saint
