Page 58 of The Devil's Saint


Font Size:  

Slamming his eyes closed, he grunts out his own release, spilling his warm cum into me.

My cheeks heat when he pulls out, and I look down at the mess running down my legs.

“Shit.” I slam my legs closed, trying to stop it from running down any further.

Leaning down, he tilts my head back to look up at him, kissing my lips before gently kissing my collarbone.

“Let it go. Let everyone downstairs see my cum dripping from your freshly fucked pussy.”

Cheeks flaming with embarrassment, I turn away.

“You better go back down. Your new in-laws will be wondering where you are,” I remind him, cleaning away what we just did before flushing the evidence down the toilet.

It’s the second time we’ve ever fucked without a condom. At least this time, I’m on the pill. Julia thought it was best, and I didn’t argue. I was going on it anyway. However, when I made the doctor’s appointment to get on the pill, they made me take a pregnancy test first as a precaution. That’s when I found out I was pregnant.

“I’ll let you clean that off with your tongue for dessert later,” he says, tucking his softening dick that’s still slick with our cum back into his slacks.

My face turns to disgust as I watch him walk to the door, grabbing the knob and unlocking it.

“Oh, and Lexy.” He doesn’t look back.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you ever think about pulling a stunt like that again!”

I stayed there for the longest time, feeling so weak for wanting him again as badly as I did. I wanted him to fuck me. Wanted him to fill me with every drop he had to give. How can I hate him but want him at the same time?

Jordin waits silently in the front hall, shifting from foot to foot with tears in her eyes as the rest of our guests say their goodbyes to one another.

She pulls me in for a tight hug.

“Caleb’s so mad at me. He knew exactly what we were trying to do,” she whispers into my hair.

“Saint’s the same. I’m so sorry we couldn’t convince them.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“We’ll think of something else. I promise.”

She pulls back, looking somber. “I love you for trying.”

“Always.”

“Text you later?”

“Most definitely.”

Defeat seeps into my bones, watching Jordin leave.

This is all my fault.

I thought that if we spoke to my mom in front of Ian, she could convince him to let Jordin go. My mistake was doing it in front of Saint and Caleb. Now they know what we had planned; they’ll never let us out of their sight.

It’s all my fault.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Tossingandturningonthe pillow, my head swims with thoughts of her running from earlier. She fucking schemed with Jordin to leave the country. To leave me and go to Rome with Jones!

Source: www.allfreenovel.com