Page 58 of The Dirty Saint

“Yes…I…do.”

I grin, sucking her opening and letting my tongue wander all across her folds.

“You taste so good.”

Ezra closes her eyes, her body leaning into my touch. She tussles her hands in my hair, keeping me from lifting my head up.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes.

“Oh, pretty girl,” I say. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

I close my eyes, swallowing her taste.

“If you were an addiction, I’d be long gone at this point.”

I go in for more when Ezra stops me.

“You got to have your fun. And now I get to have mine.”

I pick my head up. “Should I be worried?”

Ezra drags a finger down my stomach, hovering just above my cock.

“Oh, of course. I don’t play fair.”

When I go to stand, Ezra grabs my wrist, places her foot on my hip, hooks her other foot around my ankle, and wraps the other ankle with her hand, pushing me down as she pulls herself forward.

“What the hell was that?”

Ezra places her hands down on the ground, giving her more balance as she rests on top of me. I grab onto her legs.

“It’s a move in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It’s called the three-point sweep. I learned it in the army.”

“Did you learn anything else in the army?”

“I learned how to kill, so if you were thinking of doing anything funny, I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”

I laugh.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Well no one’s ever pegged me as a liar. Now, where were we?”

Ezra places both her hands on my chest, the warmth of her palms setting fire to my skin. She sends a trail of kisses down my neck, and I growl, the feeling of her lips so perfect and right.

God, how did I get so damn lucky?

“You are so fucking perfect,” I say, my hands up and down her body, taking every inch of her in.

“Keep talking,” she breathes into my mouth as her lips crash onto mine. “Flattery is real sexy.”

We spend the next few minutes kissing, grinding our bodies up against one another, getting lost in each other.

“I’m ready now,” Ezra says, once again beneath me.

I wrap a condom around my throbbing cock and smile as I see her taking in the image of my hardened shaft.

“This your definition of big?”

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