I tried hard not to shout out, every cell resisting my restraint, pumping warm blood furiously through my veins. Turning my head to face him, I watched as he slowly removed his shirt—first the cuffs, then one button at a time down his body, his eyes on me.
The breath stalled in my throat as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his bare chest flexing and bunching with dips and ridges. Holy hell, I’d forgotten how ripped he was. He undid the button on his jeans, and I salivated, anticipation heavy in my lower limbs and slowly creeping upward toward my core. Squeezing my thighs together, I wondered if I could come just from watching him undress. Patiently, I waited for those jeans to slide down, eager to admire that beautiful cock I craved. Unfortunately, we don’t always get what we want.
“Head down, eyes shut,” he snapped, robbing me of the chance and I so wanted to defy him. Resting my brow on the bed, I closed my eyes. A soft hum filled the air, and I tilted my head slightly to listen. I couldn’t tell what it was. About to open my mouth and ask, I felt the bed dip. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky against my nape. I hesitated for just a moment. “Disobey and the arsehole in me will spank you to sleep.”
Gulping down the retort, I slid my legs apart, abruptly conscious of my naked body. I had only a moment’s notice before his warm lips touched my shoulders. Startled, I shifted my hips, feeling something hard against my lower back. I inhaled sharply.
“Do you feel that?” Saint breathed in my ear, grinding his rigid cock over my ass cheeks. The rough material of his denim heightening the friction. I shuddered, clenching my fingers and forcing my eyes to stay closed. “That’s what you fucking do to me, Snow.” Gripping my hip with one hand, he did it again, this time dragging the bulge up and down my crack. “Still think you’re not good enough for me?”
The intensity between my legs grew painful, and whimpering, I melted into the bed, my hips lifting of their own accord, seeking his touch once more. When I felt him again, he responded with a low growl, before his teeth began nipping my skin. Starting at my shoulder then zigzagging down my body, his bites firmer yet no less arousing as he reached my lower back.
I expected him to stop, and momentarily froze when the tip of his tongue traced a line down the middle of my ass cheeks. “Saint,” I cried out, unconsciously shifting to get away from his demanding mouth as he bit and licked the flesh around my rear entrance like he’d done the night of the ritual.
“Stay still.” He smacked my ass hard, wrenching a shocked howl from me. Immediately, his tongue snaked over the spot, pacifying the stinging skin. He smacked it again, twice and this time I whimpered, shocked by the effect the slaps were having on my pussy. Saint moved, his lips tantalizing my skin on his way. He brought his finger to my mouth. “Suck.” Curling my tongue around his finger, I sucked hard. “More spit, baby. Make it nice and wet.” I soaked his finger with my saliva then gulped a second later when I felt it sliding around my asshole.
“Saint?” I whispered.
“Shh.” Slowly, he sucked on my ear as he slipped the tip of his finger inside my rear entrance. I gasped louder at the unfamiliar feeling. He pulled out and sank back in just as quickly. I groaned. “Do you like that, Levana.” My response was a muffled moan as embarrassment heated my skin and I kept my face planted to the sheet. He finger-fucked me over and over, he’s movements gentle while his mouth nibbled my neck. “I’m going to fuck your arse now,” he murmured a few minutes later. My eyes flew open on a shocked gasp before I closed them again, swayed by the delirious suction of his mouth on my ear and his finger in my ass. “Fuck, baby, tell me you want this.” There was a subtle plea to his tone, as though he was hiding his need.
“Yes,” I replied, surprising myself.
“Good girl.” Saint removed his finger and slid down my body again. “Don’t move,” he warned, and I wondered what he was doing. That earlier hum suddenly grew louder. “This is going to be cold.” I flinched as cool liquid coated by asshole.
“Can I open my eyes.”
“No,” he scolded before something hard slipped inside my back hole and I tensed. “I need you to relax.” He massaged my cheeks. “It’s a vibrating butt plug.” Whatever it was, it was bigger that his finger. He slipped it back out slightly before pressing in further and I groaned, the resonate buzzing filling my ass had a strange effect on my body. Pinpricks of pleasure danced its way up my spine, my skin tickled with goosebumps.
This should be so wrong. It wasn’t. The vibrating energy snaked down my limbs and I felt my body tremble. Saint settled between my thighs spreading them further and I wasn’t prepared for his tongue in my pussy.
“Holy hell,” I arched off the bed. He grabbed my ass cheeks keeping me in place. “Saint,” I cried out, shifting.
“Keep still.” He smacked my ass hard.
The effect combined with the vibration tipped me over the edge. I shuddered, pleasure bouncing through every nerve cell. As if he sensed my surrender, Saint slipped a finger inside my pussy, fucked me hard and if that wasn’t enough to shake me into a soul-clenching orgasm, he sucked, licked then bit down on my clit.
I cried out, losing all sense of time and place, my body floating, spinning me on an axis I couldn’t control. I was writhing, trembling, buzzing. My orgasm broke, skimming down my spine into my ass before merging with my pussy. I was panting hard trying to get my bearings when I felt Saint moving over me and pulling out the butt plug.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
I was too pliant to tense and when he eased just the head of his lubricated cock inside me, I groaned, shoving my ass back toward him.
“Fuck, Levana,” he grunted. Inch by inch he slid into my tight hole, opening me up more, the deeper he sank. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, the sting as he stretched me had my body shivering. “Just a little more,” he coaxed, his voice soothing. “That’s it, baby. You’re going to take all of me in this lovely arse.” He massaged my cheeks.
When he was all the way in, I fisted the sheets to stay grounded. Saint remained still, letting me adjust to his size. Then I felt his hands settle on either side of my body as he leaned in. “Do you remember those safe words?” I nodded. “What are they?”
“Red for stop, Green for I’m all right.”
“Good girl. Now use them.” He kissed my back before he slowly started to thrust in and out of me. His harsh breathing an indication he was struggling for control too. Those low grunts pulsing through my body, mimicking the vibrator he’d just used. His thrusts picked up speed, I moaned at the mind-blowing sensations of fullness his thick cock gave me. “Do you like that, Levana?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t lie.
“Then I want to hear your unrestrained cries, baby. Scream for me while I fuck this tight little arse. Don’t hold anything back.” Saint pushed back onto his knees, and I felt his hands tighten around my waist before his thrusts became hard and demanding.
“Oh, God,” I cried out, clenching my muscles around him.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock.” He pounded into me, his fingers digging into my hips. God, it felt so good being filled by him. My high-pitched cries filled the room, his strokes relentless. “Word, Levana?” His voice was strained, and I knew he was close. Fatigue kicked in and my body wavered. ‘Red’ sat on the tip of my tongue. His thrusts grew wilder, sending me into a tailspin. “Now!” he barked. As if he knew what I wanted, he curled a hand around my thigh and pinched my clit.
“Green. Green,” I shouted, slapping the mattress as my orgasm broke, bowing my body into surrender, every cell on fire, every pore drawing in my pleasure from this man who could control and disarm me with just a smile.
