Page 36 of Saint’s Revenge

"Don't you fucking dare stop." I grab his ass with both hands and try to pull him deeper. "More. Now."

He pushes in slowly. Inch by thick inch, watching my face, giving me time to adjust. When he's finally buried completely, both of us freeze. Just breathing. Just feeling.

"You're so tight," Lucas says, voice wrecked. "So fucking tight, Riley."

"You're so big." I can barely get the words out. "Can feel you everywhere."

He pulls back until just the tip is inside, then drives back in. One long, deep stroke that makes my back arch off the bed.

"Like that?" he asks.

"Yes, fuck yes, just like that!"

He sets a rhythm. Slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, like he's savoring every second.

I wrap my legs around his waist, gently because my ribs are screaming but I don't care, and meet him thrust for thrust.

"Harder," I gasp. "I'm not made of glass, Lucas. Fuck me like you mean it."

He hesitates only a second. Then his expression changes and he gives me what I need. The next thrust slams into me. Hard and deep. I cry out, nails raking down his back.

"Yes, fuck, just like that!"

He sets a punishing pace. Deep, brutal strokes that make the bed shake and my vision blur. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, makes me gasp his name, makes me forget everything except the feeling of him inside me.

My ribs are protesting, but the pleasure drowns out the pain. Every nerve ending is on fire. Every thrust hits something deep that sends adrenaline shooting up my spine.

"You take my cock so well," Lucas pants against my neck. "Like you were made for this. Made for me."

His words make me clench around him. He groans, rhythm faltering.

"Do that again," he demands.

I squeeze my muscles around his cock as he thrusts in. He curses, fingers digging bruises into my hips.

"Fuck, Riley, I'm not going to last if you…"

"Then don't." I pull him into a messy kiss. "Come. I want to feel it."

"Not yet." He slows down, grinding deep instead of thrusting. "Not until you come again first."

"Lucas—"

"I want to feel you come on my cock," he says against my mouth. "Need to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart."

The pressure is building again. Lower in my belly, spreading through my limbs. Each grind hits exactly where I need it, building and building until I'm shaking.

"Close," I gasp. "I'm so close…"

He speeds up again. Hard, fast thrusts that have me clawing at his shoulders and gasping for air. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over.

"Come for me," Lucas says. "Let me feel it, baby. Come on my cock."

The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, intense enough that my eyes roll back. I'm clenching around him, gasping his name, trembling under him. He fucks me through it. Doesn't let up, drawing it out until I'm oversensitive and shaking.

"Can't!" I gasp. "Too much—"

"One more position." He pulls out and I whimper at the emptiness. "Hands and knees. Can you do that for me?"