Page 56 of The Dirty Saint

Pulling away, he says, “You stole my move.”

I grin.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“So. Many. Things. But, first, let’s get these off.”

I laugh as he slides the shackles from my wrists and feet, undoing the restraints that have kept me caged like an animal.

“I’m surprised you’re giving me full reign. I would have thought you would have at least kept the wrist restraints.”

“I could’ve,” he slides my pants off. “But then I wouldn’t get to feel your whole body ride my cock like the good girl you are.”

Joey then picks me up, placing me in the middle of the cell floor.

“If I saw you against the wall one more time, picturing my men with their hands on you, I was going to go absolutely feral. Now uncross those pretty legs of yours for me.”

“No.”

“No?”

I bring my arms over my head, keeping my upper area completely bare and without protection.

“You don’t get to have all the control. Not in this relationship.”

“So we’re in a relationship now?” Joey draws a line down the center of my breasts.

“In the past, you may have gotten off by telling the girl what to do. Or say. Or how to act. But not me. I’m not lying when I say that I will make you sit and watch as I touch myself and not give you a taste of the aftermath. I make no apologies for the way that I am.”

“You are going to be the death of me, Ezra,” Joey says hungrily. He tears the dirty shirt off my body. “It’s time for this to go.”

I agree.

“You like what you see?”

“Very much so.”

“Good,” I say. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Joey kisses me passionately, his lips setting my body on fire. He then kisses my collarbone, unhooking my bra with the tips of his fingers.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, taking one of my nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. “But I think it’s time you finally uncross those sexy legs of yours so that way I can lick your sweet pussy clean.”

I grind my hips into him. “What’s in it for me?”

Joey arches a brow.

“Well,” I say. “From where I’m laying, you’re looking awfully covered up. Show me something.”

I watch closely as Joey lifts his shirt from his frame, revealing his muscular torso. A low v crawls down into the top of his manhood, and I can see the erection against his pants.

“My eyes are up here,” he smirks.

“Oh, I’m aware,” I say back. “But I already know what those look like.”

Joey grins.

“Tell me, Ezra, what do you desire?”

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