Page 21 of His Sinner

“Then make me be loud.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my clit. “You’ll regret that.”

Without another word, he sucks my sensitive nub into his mouth while his finger slides into my pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot.

I cry out, thighs already shaking with the mounting pleasure.

“You’re coming on my mouth and then on my cock,” he growls like a warning.

“What if I can’t come twice?” I taunt, knowing very well that Saint can easily wring two orgasms from my body in quick succession.

“I’ve got all night,” he purrs.

I’ll have to add that to my bucket list. An all-nighter with Saint de Haas.

He sucks my clit deep, thrusting his finger hard until he slips in a second, the stretch making me groan.

Pleasure mounts in my limbs along with the panic that I won’t be able to control my shuddering, trembling body once the orgasm hits, and I’ll go tumbling over the edge. Somehow, the spike of terror and adrenaline makes the orgasm come on faster.

Waves of pleasure rocket through me as I come on his mouth and fingers, clawing at him and crying out as my thighs shake uncontrollably. His hand on my hip clamps around me, pinning me in place.

Before I’ve recovered from the orgasm, he stands, yanking me down and spinning me so I’m facing away from him. He lifts my feet off the ground, bending me over the railing.

I yelp, the floor far below me, making my stomach flip. “Saint! Put me down!”

But he ignores my pleas. “Grab onto the chandelier,” he commands.

The chandelier dangling from the ceiling is mere inches from my fingertips now. “I’ll break it and fall!”

“I don’t give a fuck if you break it,” he growls. “And I’m not going to let you fall. If you trust me, you’ll let me fuck you like this, muse.”

“Don’t make me use our safe word,” I snap.

“You’re welcome to use it anytime. That’s what it’s for. Now hang onto the chandelier.”

Against every instinct in my body, I release my death grip on the railing and reach for the chandelier.

Behind me, Saint holds me steady with a hand on my hip and his body pinning my pelvis against the railing.

When he slides inside me, the abrupt stretch makes me cry out. “Agh!”

“Don’t let go, muse!” he shouts before ramming into me.

His cock fills every inch of me, making my pussy throb and weep for him. Both of his hands are clamped around my hips now, keeping my ass against him as it bounces back against his torso with every hard thrust. Above our heads, the chandelier rattles violently, and I brace myself for the second the chains holding it up will give out.

My pussy is already aching, sore after fucking Saint multiple times a day. With the tension in every muscle, my walls are clenched around his cock tighter than usual. “I’m sore. I can’t go much longer.”

“You’re going to have to waddle then, muse. I’m not even close.”

I grit my teeth, grip tightening on the chandelier as I’m unable to do anything other than let Saint pound me against the railing. Completely and utterly at his mercy.

“I can be faster if you come,” he pants. “You know how hard and fast I come when you scream my name.”

I love that nothing makes him come harder than my own release.

He leans his weight against me, making my arms shake and struggle to hang onto the chandelier. “Show me how much you love getting fucked by me. Squeeze that pussy on my cock.”

I cry out, doing as I’m told, clenching on his cock as hard as I can, hoping that’s enough to make him finish sooner. “I want you to come inside me.”

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