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“I’m sorry,” I quickly bite out, my body squirming with desperation to have his mouth on me again.
He chuckles deeply when I buck my hips, and he pins them in place so I can’t move.
“Not good enough, Angel.”
I groan on my lips, but I’m too pent up to argue. Saint has me right where he wants me, and he knows it.
Bastard.
“I won’t do it again. I promise. Please, Saint. Don’t stop.”
Like hell I won’t. If I get this every time I defy him, then I’m going to do it again and again and again.
“Good girl.”
My head tilts back into the pillow when his thumb circles my clit in a punishing slow rhythm. “Aaaaah. “
“Who do you belong to?”
If I say him, then he’s won. There’ll be no turning back.
His mouth is on your lady bits, Lexy. It’s a bit late now to turn back.
Even if I could turn back, I don’t want to. I want Saint to have the most precious thing in the world to me, even if it means tomorrow we go back to hating each other. I can’t explain it. Hell, I wish I could. That way, I could reason with why I wanted this so badly. Why I want to know what it’s like to have Saint Garo inside me. Why I want him to drive my body crazy as much as he does to my mind?
“You,” I whimper.
“You can do better, Angel. I want to hear you say my name from those lips.”
“It’s you, Saint. I belong to you.”
“Damn fucking straight you do. All mine,” he gravels before plunging his tongue deep into my pussy, and… oh fuck I think I’ve died and gone to pussy licking heaven.
His fingers speed up.
“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. SAINT.”
“Come for me. Let me taste all of you.”
My orgasm explodes, aftershocks shattering my body before they slowly begin to dissipate. It’s still not enough. I want more. I need more.
Chapter Three
I’veneverwatchedagirl’s face while they orgasmed before. Mainly because they had their backs to me. That and I didn’t give two fucks if they came or not. Why would I? When I fuck, it’s for my pleasure and mine alone.
What I can’t understand is what the fuck is it about this girl that makes her so different then all the rest? What is it about her that’s stopping me from holding her down, fucking her brains out, and moving on to the next? That’s always been the cycle. The cycle she broke the night when we had to share a bed together. The night I tasted her cum on her fingers. I wanted more. Craved it every time she was near, and I fucking hated it. She’s mesmerized me. Put me in a fucking trance that could never be broken.
“Saint,” she cries when I don’t let up, too fixated on the sinful expression of lust overtaking her features.
She’s close to another orgasm. I can feel it. Never have I seen her look more beautiful than she does now. You could rip my eyes from their sockets with a spoon, and still, they’d be pointing in her direction.
My tongue teases her clit, bringing her closer to the edge before licking her slit in long, hard strokes.
I consider straining this out to make her beg to come once more, but when her mouth drops to create the perfect O-shape, all I can think about is how it was made for my cock.
Goddamn. I need to be inside her.
My pace quickens, and she calls out my name on a string of curses, a cute little crinkle forming in between her eyebrows as her cunt tightens around my fingers.
