Page 36 of Dirty Little Saint

Oh fucking hell. I’m going to cum before he even does anything. This man… fuck. “You’re a bastard, Atlas,” I breathe.

He laughs, the vibration from his throat sending tremors through every inch of me. He squeezes my pussy, and I almost black out from euphoria. “That’s my good little pussy. You’re fucking hyperventilating for my cock, aren’t you?” He loosens his grip and begins rubbing his palm back and forth. I shudder as he grazes my taint. “Or is it my fingers you want?”

I grab his wrist and try to force his hand. “All of the above.”

“You’re being a bad girl, love.” He undoes his belt and slides it out in one swoop. Why was that so fucking hot?

He grabs my wrists and fastens them with the belt behind my back. “There. That’s better. Now, where were we?”

I almost cry as he slides his palm back over my pussy. My juices leak out and drip down my thighs. I’m fucking rabid for this man right now. “We were at the part where you were going to stop edging me and start fucking me.” I jerk my hips forward.

“Don’t you dare fucking grind against my hand until I give you permission.” He slaps my pussy. “Now beg for release, pretty girl. Beg like a good little slut.”

A high-pitched whimper escapes my lips. “Please, Atlas. I need you inside me. Please make me cum.”

He slaps my pussy again, and I buck. “I said, like a slut.”

I’m going to pass out from the adrenaline. From the ache. “Please fuck me. I’ll be good… I’m so tight. Please,” I beg.

With his free hand, he tightens the belt around my wrists. He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “You won’t be tight for long. I’m going to stretch you wide open.”

My knees buckle as he shoves one finger inside my pussy. “Oh, shit.” The wind picks up around us as the first wave of spasms rips through my core. Fucking finally. He thrusts a second finger in, and I release a sigh of relief as if his touch is my only salvation. “Yes… Holy fuck, Atlas.”

He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “You didn’t come to me after they hurt you, pretty girl.” He thrusts a third finger in, making my clit pulse with need. “But I found you, didn’t I? Mmm.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper as the oxygen in my lungs depletes.

He pumps his fingers in and out of my slick folds, harder each time. “I had fun playing with your body while you slept. Fucking your tight little pussy while you were off in some dream.” He shoves a fourth finger in, and I almost black out. “Or was it a nightmare? Hmm? You were so wet, and you didn’t even know what the fuck was happening. You know why?”

A tight pressure builds in my belly as he twists his fingers inside me, raking them against my walls. My legs give out and I hit the ground. His hand travels with me, the impact forcing his fingers in farther. I spread my legs wide to accommodate the girth, ignoring the sharp twigs that are digging into my knees and thighs.

Fuck. “I can’t breathe…” His iron grip around my throat is only allowing a small amount of air to filter through. Between my heart racing and the deep spasms rolling through my core, I’m seeing stars.

He snarls, baring his teeth. “I’ll tell you why you were so wet. Because your body is mine. You don’t even have to be conscious for it to know that.” He presses his thumb down hard on my clit, roughly rubbing it in circles.

As my orgasm starts to build, tears of struggle stream down my cheeks. Everything tingles. My sigils burn, intensifying every touch and tremor. Despite the pain in my chest, I grind against his hand, drowning in my own depravity.

“Don’t run away from me ever again,” he whispers in my ear. His grip on my throat tightens. I feel like I’m floating. No. He’s moving me, tilting me backward. I look up at the sky as my head gently hits the ground, unsure if the stars I’m seeing are real or just spots in my blurred vision.

The pressure in my core builds. I’m going to fucking explode. I try to cry out, but without breath, I sound like a mangled animal. “Please…” I manage to gurgle out.

“That’s it, beg for it like a good little slut. Fuck, you feel so good.” He slides his fingers out and strokes the lips of my pussy. “You’re taking it so well. But I think you can do better than that, pretty girl.”

I roll my hips as a sharp spasm hits my core. “Uhhh,” I moan.

His gaze turns feral as he tucks his thumb between his fingers and shoves his whole fist inside my pussy.

Oh, my fucking god.

I feel him in my lower back, my belly, and in my ass. Atlas’s hand is huge and bony, and he’s far from gentle. I whimper and moan as he stretches me.

“Oh, yeah. Such a pretty pussy. So pink and swollen. Mmm. Fuck.” He pumps his fist in and out. Every time my hips jerk up to meet his rhythm, it sends a sharp pain down my arms as my wrists dig into the hard ground underneath me. The belt around them is cutting off my circulation. And his hand around my throat isn’t easing up.

Every cell in my body is on fire. Electric. It feels like I’m slowly dying and coming back to life at the same time.

Without warning, he releases my throat, sliding his hand down the length of my naked body. As cold air rushes back into my lungs and I start to choke, he slaps my clit. I buck and thrust my hips, angling up as he curls his fingers around my core.

“That’s it, fucking cum for me,” he demands.

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