Page 57 of The Dirty Saint

“I—”

“Because whatever it is that you want, we can do. Nothing is off limits.”

“And what if I don’t want to do anything?”

“I am not going to touch you if you don’t want to be touched. Nor am I going to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”

I pull Joey forward, kissing him with ravenous hunger and passion. He snakes his hands up and down my body, and I shift into his touch. He feels so good.

And it feels so right.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this.” He places my hand on the hook of his belt. “Care to do the honors?”

I unbuckle the belt, watching in amazement as Joey removes his pants, revealing his tight, cum-filled underwear.

“This is all because of you, pretty girl.”

I smile.

“It better be.”

I dig my nails into Joey’s back, fitting them into the cracks and crevices of his muscles.

I can’t remember a time that I have been intimate with a man who actually wanted me. Sure, there was Chris, but sex with us was always planned. Never spontaneous. Never spicy. Just sweet. Just two people going through the motions.

“Ezra, what’s on your mind right now?”

“Nothing,” I insist.

“Come on. That’s bullshit. What’s running through that head of yours?”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter

Joey brushes a finger across my cheek. “It does to me.”

I cup his face in my hand, sitting up so that I can deliver a sweet kiss to his jawline.

“Don’t worry about it. Just be here. In the moment. With me.”

He kisses my bare stomach.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl. I’m all yours.”

During

JOEY

Ezra looks at me as she finally uncrosses her legs, leaving her bare cunt on display. She is taunting me. Playing with me.

And I am loving every fucking second of it.

“I’ve been hungry for this since I met you.”

Ezra gazes up at me, widening her opening. “Should I be amused that you’ve been thinking about my vagina all this time?”

I smile and flick my tongue against her clit.

“You like that, pretty girl?”

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