“Really?” I rolled my eyes. He nodded. “Fine. I want your cock inside me. Better?”
“Was that so hard?” He nuzzled my neck.
“You’re such an ass,” I muttered trying to ignore the tingles both in my pussy and my nipples.
He lifted his head. “I missed that. Did you say you want my cock in your arse too? Venturous, aren’t you, little girl? Or have I created an anal monster?”
“What?” I gasped and felt his raspy laugh against my flushed skin as he nibbled my chin.
“Tell me what else you want, Snow.” Trailing soft kisses along my flushed skin, following his deft fingers as they unbuttoned my dress from neck to thighs until he was sitting back on his knees. His eyes caressed my body and suddenly conscious he’d probably only ever seen sexy slim bodies, I crossed my hands over my breasts.
Slowly shaking his head, he leaned over me and using one hand to support himself, the other removed my hands. “There’s no need to hide from me. You’re beautiful, Levana.”
I stared up at him, loving the tenderness in his eyes. “You’re so good for me.”
“No, baby, I’m not.” He ran a gentle thumb over my bottom lip. “Good is the last description I’d use for the devious things I want to do to you...” he trailed off, his eyes searching mine as though trying to explain something without words.
“Whatever it is, I want it, Saint,” I whispered and when surprise swathed his features, I cupped his face. “You want me not to hide from you but you’re hiding from me, aren’t you? Kind of double standards, don’t you think?”
“While I’d love to fill that smart mouth of yours again, it seems like the punishment I inflicted before had little to no effect.” He growled. “Until you learn your place, this calls for a stricter reprimand.”
“My place,” I asked, startled more so by his suddenly wicked smile
And just when I thought we were getting somewhere, his gentle expression shuttered, shrouded in mystery once more. “You can’t handle a man like me, Levana.”
He moved to get up and I grabbed onto his shirt. “Why do you speak in riddles? What makes you think I can’t handle you?” I cried out, frustrated. “Don’t use me as an excuse, Saint? I know what I want.”
His green gaze glowed with fury before his hand shot up, squeezing my throat until I gasped for air. Still, he didn’t release me. “I’m the kind of man that finds pleasure in pain, Snow. A man who makes a woman cry because she can’t handle the intensity of her body’s desperation when stimulated. A man who’d make a woman crawl and beg for my cock before I give it to her and only if I think she deserves it.”
My eyes flared in shock. Subconsciously, I’d chosen not to believe he was a man who’d participated in those acts I’d seen the others perform that night. Not believing he’d be able to hurt a woman.
He leaned closer, his lips hovering a breath above mine. “You wanted to know what I’m hiding, baby. So welcome to my world. I’m going to spank your arse then fuck it.” The look in his eyes now the same feral lust I’d seen that afternoon he fucked my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the arousal flooding my panties even if I tried.
“Here?” I asked, scanning our surroundings in a quick glance.
“Do I look like a man who fears someone watching him fuck?” I shook my head. “Good, now open your legs so I can suck, lick and fuck what’s mine.”
And he did. Paying unending attention to my clit, the sides of my pussy and my entrance. But he didn’t give me the orgasm I wanted. Each time I drew closer, he stopped and moved away. He was skilled and relentless and each time my hips bucked, the bounce caused his tongue to go deeper. Then he wrapped his strong hands around the backs of my thighs and held me in place until I was begging him to let me come.
“Damn you, Saint,” I grumbled
“You’ll take what I give you,” he rasped against my pussy lips before crawling up my body and with his hands squeezing my breasts, said, “hello, Penelope.” And bit down on my right nipple. My eyes widened as my embarrassment slapped my cheeks. I didn’t ask how he knew, though. “Hello, Peach.” He did the same to the left nipple. Teasing and sucking hard until I squirmed.
“Saint,” I cried out, pushing at his shoulders. When he finally leaned back I was shuddering so hard just from his mouth alone, I was ready for his cock.
He climbed off the trampoline and with his eyes on me, removed his clothes and shoes in a few swift movements. When he dropped his pants and briefs, my greedy gaze latched onto his thickly veined cock.
So big, so perfect.
Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his hand around his hard on, sliding it from base to head. Wanton lust pulsated through my heated skin, and I fidgeted with the need to touch myself. Better yet, have him slide into my suddenly wet pussy. He squeezed the tip and precum leaked out the slit. I licked my lips wanting to slide my tongue over that translucent drop. His thumb swiped over the liquid painting the head with its glossiness.
He must’ve heard my groan because his brow lifted. “See something you want to suck?”
I nodded. “Then what are you waiting for?” I was up in a flash, bouncing on my knees. “Other way,” he instructed. “Here. Head over the side.” Licking my lips, I moved to where he pointed, rolled over onto my back and hung my head over the side. “Good girl. Now first tell me what you want before I debase this pretty little mouth again.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
“No. You can do better, make me want to fuck this mouth.” He traced a slow finger along my lips, dipping his finger in and out in a slow fucking motion. Noticing my hesitancy, he added, “don’t get shy on me, I know you want it. Just tell me how.”
