Page 24 of Tainted Saints

“Lan’s gonna lose his shit when he realises you wear thigh highs and garters every day,” he murmurs in a husky whisper, a deep groan sounding in his chest as his fingertips brush across the front of my core. A needy whimper falls from my lips, my fists clenching in his hoodie. We’re not exactly hidden. Sure, this side of the building is shrouded in darkness, but we’re still on the street where anyone could walk past and see what’s happening, and bloody hell, that just makes me hotter, wetter. It’s even more of a rush than when I steal something, and I have a suspicion that guilt will not follow this high like it does then.

“I’d apologise for this, sugar, but I ain’t fucking sorry,” Forest rasps out, and there’s no time for my confusion as to what on earth he’s talking about because his hand wraps around the front of my lace panties and rips them clean from my body, placing them in his back pocket. I squeak at the sharp sting of the fabric pulling against my skin, but before the pain can fully register, he’s sinking two thick fingers into my wet channel.

“Forest–” I gasp, his fingers sliding in easily given how slick I am from his teasing moments ago. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I wish he wasn’t wearing this damn hoodie so I could get at his hot skin.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groans, pulling his fingers out a little just to sink them in deeper, making me cry out. “So tight too.”

His free hand grabs under my thigh, pulling my leg up to wrap around his hip as his fingers continue to fuck me. I can’t help it, I move my hips, fucking them back, lost to the pleasure that I’ve been desperate for ever since I met Blaine and then Forest and Landon in county jail.

“That’s it, sugar. Be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s fingers.”

Oh. Shit.

My orgasm rips through me, and I coat his hand in my release as my body flushes hot then cold, my nails digging into his large shoulders. The waves of pleasure are still rolling through me when I hear a zipper being undone, and I crack my lids to look down and see him lining himself up with my drenched opening.

“You’re gonna let Daddy fuck you out here on the street like a good little whore, aren’t you?” he grits out, sinking the thick head of him inside my opening.

“Y–yes,” I whine, my eyes glued to his thick cock as it spears me in half.

“Yes what, sugar?” he asks in a firm voice, grabbing my chin with fingers drenched in my own release. I look into his eyes, the green the colour of a forest at night, full of dark promises and blissful nightmares.

“Y–yes, Daddy,” I breathe out, my whole body trembling as he pauses, a smirk on his kissable lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, then slams his lips against mine as he thrusts the rest of the way in, swallowing my scream. He’s just so bloody big. There’s a blinding pain followed by an exquisite pleasure as he moves his hips in a sensual rhythm, his mouth devouring mine in a kiss that fulfils all the depraved promises of his eyes.

His hand leaves my chin, grabbing my other thigh and hauling me up, using his body to press me back against the rough wall as he fucks me harder, faster, just like I asked. And oh my giddy aunt, it’s exactly what I’ve been craving. None of my other sexual partners would lose control like this, too afraid that my small petite frame couldn’t handle roughness. Too consumed with chasing their own pleasure to worry about mine. Not surprising since they’d all been carefully vetted by the Ambassador, chosen for what they could bring to my family and not because I particularly wanted them.

But Forest fucks me like he’s about to die and the key to life is between my legs. The sounds coming from us would be embarrassing if it didn’t feel so mind-blowing that I can barely think straight. My hands move up into his hair, tangling in the longer blond locks at the top as he continues to pound into me, sending waves of electrical heat with each thrust of his hips.

I pull back from his mouth with a gasp, his head burying in my neck and latching on as he sucks and nips at the sensitive skin there, tingles racing from his touch to join the molten heat at my core.

“Forest–shit–I’m so close,” I mumble incoherently, my eyes opening briefly and immediately getting trapped in a gaze as dark as the night that surrounds us.Landon. Another set of eyes catches my attention, these I know are a chocolate-brown, although in the shadows of the alley, they, too, look pitch-black.Blaine. I should have known where one Saint is, the others are not far away.

I must tense a little, as Forest slows his ferocious pace, bringing his head up to look into my eyes. Seeing the direction of my stare, he twists his head to glance over his shoulder, then turns back to me with a devious smile that has my inner walls clenching around his still-moving cock.

“Oh, sugar,” he coos, his eyes taking in my parted lips and no doubt flushed cheeks. I look away from the two other Saints and get lost in the heat of his stare. “You gonna show them how you come all over Daddy’s dick like a good little fuck toy?” I whimper again as one of his hands leaves my thigh, snaking between us and circling my engorged clit. “Well?”

“Y–yes, Daddy,” I reply barely above a whisper, my gaze going back to the men behind Forest as they watch their friend, their chosen brother, fuck me against the wall of some run-down building on the east side for all to see.

It doesn’t take long for my climax to build to an overwhelming pressure, my eyes locked on Landon as it explodes across my skin like liquid fire, and I scream into the night air. My nails dig into Forest’s scalp, but I can’t pull back, the pleasure is too intense, too consuming. Forest doesn’t even pause, pounding me into the wall as his fingers dance over my sensitive bud, and I want to beg him to stop and keep going all at once.

I tear my gaze from Landon’s only to find Blaine standing there, still partly hidden in the shadows, his arm moving up and down in a firm grip that tells me he’s pleasuring himself while watching us. Another rush of pleasure hits me hard as he braces his free hand on the wall beside him, his head thrown back in ecstasy. My mouth waters at the thought of licking him clean, swallowing every last drop until he’s empty.

“Fuck, you’re like a vise around me,” Forest moans, thrusting harder several times before he joins us and roars out his release as his dick plunges deep inside me.

I look back at Landon, finding him out of the shadows, my eyes heavy-lidded as Forest continues these little thrusts, filling me with his cum. Landon doesn’t have his dick in his hand, but a quick glance down shows me the large bulge in his trousers.

“We best get you back to the house to clean up,” Landon states into the quiet night, and I shiver at his voice. It’s so deep, like the sound of the depths of the ocean, washing over me in soothing waves.

Forest chuckles, making me groan as his semi-hard cock jostles inside me.

“Looks like you’re coming home with me tonight, sugar,” he says, pulling out of my body and a small noise comes out of my mouth at the loss of him, at the way his cum slides down my inner thighs. “Don’t worry, sweetness, Daddy will take care of you.”

My knees wobble as he takes my face in his hands, both now sticky with my release, and places a gentle, lingering kiss on my swollen lips. Tears sting my eyes at the softness in the gesture. Until Blaine at the jail, no one had ever held me like I’m something precious, kissed me like I’m something to treasure. Blaine was the first, and now Forest.

It’s then that I realise how dangerous the Saints really are. It’s not their frightening reputations, the tattoos, or the gang vibes. It’s the way that they look after the things that belong to them, that are important to them.

And I’m wondering if I’ve just fallen into that category.

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