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“Come here,” he whispers, guiding me down until I’m lying flat on top of him. He takes my face and kisses me again, and I begin to move my hips in a slow, deliberate grinding motion.

The kissing and grinding at the same time is enough to make me moan out loud, and he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet. I haven’t had the time to stress about how I look or feel down there, but right now, none of that matters. I’ll let him have me however he wants as long as I get to feel him inside of me.

He reaches down and begins to stroke my thigh again, like he knows what I want and is trying to tease me. It’s working, and if I didn’t know better, I would start to beg him to fuck me. I can never give a man that kind of power over me again, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist this time. There’s something about Saint that intoxicates me. I’m almost scared to see how much I’d let him do to me. This attraction is all-consuming,

When I feel like I can’t take it any longer, I grab his hand and place it between my legs, forcing him to feel how hot and wet I am for him. How can he continue to resist me if he knows how good I would feel? Even the warmth alone should be enough.

As soon as his fingers touch my slick, smooth skin, he slides them all the way inside of me. The feeling of his fingers pressing up against the front of my vagina is too much for me to handle, and I whimper out loud before I regain my composure.

“Shh, you don’t want to attract any animals,” he taunts as he fingers me harder.

I grip his chest with my fingers, my legs shaking as he attempts to make me moan out loud again. He succeeds, and every time I do, he smacks me on my ass.

“What did I tell you? Try to control yourself.”

When he starts to rub his thumb over my clit, I can’t hold back anymore. I lean back down all the way, burying my face in his neck and biting down on his coat to keep myself from screaming. I’m already in pure ecstasy, even from so little touching.

Just as I can feel myself climbing toward orgasm, he pulls his hand away and begins to unzip his pants.

The anticipation I’d been feeling was temporarily sated by his fingers, but now I remember just how badly I want him to fuck me. It’s taking every fiber of my restraint to prevent me from begging him to please,pleasedo what he wants to me. He can use me however he likes – all I need is to see what that is. I need to know all the ways he’d defile me if given the chance.

When I feel him rubbing the head of his cock along my labia, I nearly collapse onto him again. He’s teasing me again, like he can read my mind. He knows when I’m getting restless, and it makes me wonder what it is that’s giving me away to him so easily. I thought I was exercising some control of myself, at least enough to be convincing, but he must know otherwise. He can read me like an incantation written in blood. He’s felt so little of me, but he already knows exactly what I want from him.

He eases his dick inside of me, inch by inch, until I can feel his full girth. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve had before, but the pressure he creates inside me is a pleasure I could have never imagined. Everyone always says that big dicks hurt too much, but if this is pain, then consider me the world’s most committed masochist.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” he whispers as he slips in all the way. “You feel so fucking good, goddamn.”

This is the first time a man has ever praised me during sex, and it makes me want to dissolve into a puddle at his feet. He could make me do anything he wanted if he just called me a good slut. When did I become like this? Have I always been so unrepentantly horny?

“You like how I feel?” I say in a breathy voice, my words clouding the air above me before they disappear into the night.

Without responding, he takes my wrists and holds me down, shoving himself even deeper than I thought he could go. The feeling is sublime.

Every stroke is like a new sensation. Any sex I’d ever had before this seems to pale in comparison. How could I have gone through my entire life without knowing what this feels like? Meeting Saint was fate, even if it was only for this one night.

“Here, flip over,” he says, rolling me over onto the ground. He lifts my hips up into the air, and I spread my legs in anticipation. I’ve always loved doggy style with other men, so I can’t imagine how amazing Saint will feel.

He spanks my ass, and the sting from his hand sends shockwaves of conflicted feelings through me. I’ve never allowed a man to spank me before, but when he does it, I want him to continue until I’m practically bleeding.

“Please, spank me again,” I whimper.

“Huh? What was that?” he teases, reveling in the control he’s gained over my mind and body. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Please spank me again,” I repeat, this time with an overtone of desperation that I’d never heard come out of my own mouth before. “I need you to spank me again.”

I hear him chuckle to himself. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, but I guess I can indulge you a little.”

He smacks my ass again, and this time the impact makes me quiver with both relief and vicious need.

He spanks me over and over until I’m certain my ass is completely raw. “There, is that what you wanted? You like it when I slap you around a little?”

“Yes, I do. I love it.”

After he’s spanked me for the fourth or fifth time, he finally slides his cock back inside of me. The pressure on my inner walls makes my legs shake, and Saint holds my hips up to keep me from falling.

“Damn, you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” he says as he thrusts slowly and gently.

Feeling him fuck me with so much care after spanking me so hard just amplifies how badly I wish I had known him sooner. This is what I’ve needed for so long and could never find. I didn’t even know how badly I needed it until now, and I fear I can’t live without it.

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