Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
There’s an ache inside me, and only he can soothe it. Despite my inexperience, I know this with absolute certainty, and when one of his fingers slips in, I’m torn between shock and delight.
I have heard people’s first times can be uncomfortable, and the unfamiliar sensation definitely feels odd, but I throb with the need to explore this more, for him to unleash his worst—or maybe his best—on me. Take me for a ride I never expected.
Saint strokes the side of my thigh with his other hand as he teases the tight ring of muscle I’ve never dared to toy with myself. “I like that I will be your only man. I’m all you’ll ever need,” he murmurs as I bob my head on his cock.
Looks like he’s sure about the murders we’re about to commit, but I don’t think that far ahead, focused on the cock filling my mouth as he thrusts his hips up, pushing it farther down my tongue.
My head spins when his lips close around my own dick, but as delicious as that is, my focus remains on the entrance to my body. He’s playing with it, and while that’s an unfamiliar sensation, jolts of electricity travel up the inner side of my thighs as his fingers reach deeper, conquering my defenses.
I suck him harder, drinking up Saint’s pre-cum as he gives an appreciative moan, but then he’s pulling on my arm, and his fingers leave my body. “Face me.”
That, I was not ready for, but I belong to him now, as per our agreement, so I do what he asks and meet his gaze. He must have sold his soul to the devil for that handsome face, and now I’m selling mine too. I’m letting him use me however he likes to get my revenge. And yet, there’s already so much more tied up in this odd exchange.
My own lust for him is dark and sweet. I want this. I want him touching me. I want to be with this dangerous man. His presence makes my whole body throb, and I can only hope I don’t get addicted to him, because I might still need to back out of this madness in the future.
“Like this?” I whisper, straddling his hips, painfully aware of his rock-hard cock under me. His eyes focus on me as if he’s a hawk zeroing in on his prey, and then, the hard shaft rubs against my buttock, still damp from my own saliva.
“Look at you. You are so ready for this,” Saint whispers as his fingers return to my hole, slickened with yet more lube.
But it’s his dick I can’t stop thinking about now. He’s going to fuck me, and he’s in charge of how that’s going to happen. When he slips another finger into me more abruptly, I moan and fall forward, landing with my palms to the sides of his head.
I can’t stop panting, and his smile becomes wolfish as his gaze slides from my flushed face, down my stomach, and all the way to my stiff cock. I breathe in sharply as he sits up, facing me up close, his scent intense in the air around me.
“You and I, we’re going to have so much fun together. I promise you that by Christmas, you'll be taking my cock like a pro,” he rasps, turning his fingers in my ass, gently stretching the muscles I no longer control. Working against me, they keep tightening up, but Saint has endless patience and massages them, as if he were trying to coax a frightened animal to work with him.
I often fantasize about sex in this way or another, but now that it’s so tangible, now that he does what he wants with me, reality burns with so much more intensity than my imagination ever could. My legs are wide open to him, and when he sears my lips with a kiss, both his fingers drive into me up to the knuckle.
He chuckles when I whimper against his tongue, and only fucks me faster with his fingers. My nipples stiffen, hypersensitive to the touch as I move in tune with his digits and rub my chest against his.
“I’ll be making you moan like this every day,” he promises, watching me from under lowered eyelids. “You’re going to get addicted to this. You’re going to beg for my cock morning and evening, and I’m going to give it to you,” he rasps as the tension in my backside subsides, letting his fingers move with more ease.
I shiver, breathless at the darkness in his eyes, but before I can utter a word, his mouth is on my neck, sucking, kissing, nipping my skin as if he’s ravenous and I happen to be the only piece of meat capable of satisfying him.
He’s holding me so very close as I move my hips, riding his fingers when my insides finally relax and every movement seeks that odd sensation that’s been causing me to crave more since he first touched my hole.