Page 33 of Tainted Saints

“I wanted to make sure you got home okay,” he whispers, his hand coming up to trail against my cheek, the leather of his jacket creaking in the quiet room. My breathing stutters as he makes contact, my body singing with his featherlight touch.

Licking my dry lips, I try to clear the lust from my mind. “H–how did you get in?”

“Oh, baby, a little old thing like security can’t stop me. Not when you’re on the other side,” he tells me, closing the minuscule distance between us and running his nose up my neck, causing small explosions to erupt in my core.

“You got past our security?” I ask breathlessly, arching my head to one side to give him better access.

“It was child’s play for someone with my…skills,” he murmurs back, peppering my neck with kisses as he presses closer to me, trapping me between the solid door and his firm body. I can feel his hardness against my lower stomach, and my thighs clench with the memory of him inside me up against that wall. “Plus, earlier was just a warm-up. I plan to take hours devouring you this time, Little Lady”

The sound of the lock on the door engaging is as loud as a shot, and I shudder, want for the man in front of me setting my nerves alight.

“This time?” My fingers dig into the wood behind me, in a futile bid to stop myself from reaching for him. I should send him away, this is too risky, but I can’t seem to make the words leave my mouth, I can’t force my hands to push him away rather than pull him closer.

“The first of many,” he purrs, his hands coming to the cardigan he helped me put back on less than half an hour ago. He takes his time popping open each button, making my heart thud with each move. Then his large palms slide it off me, pulling me away from the door enough to let it drop to the floor.

Giving up on my plan to stop this—my kitty kat threatening to strike action if I do—I bring my hands up to his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

My heart is like a thousand hooves thundering, the chance that we might get caught just adding another layer of excitement to the mix. His lids are hooded as my fingers go to the hem of his T-shirt, tugging that up and over his head, letting it join his jacket on the floor.

Fuck, he’s pretty, and his body is something that I didn’t know existed in real life. My fingers trail over the ridges and furrows of each muscle, his skin burning hot and twitching underneath my touch.

“Fuck, sugar, I need to feel you against me,” he rasps, yanking me to him and tearing my blouse open, practically ripping it off me, the small pearl buttons flying across the room with little pinging sounds as they hit the wall and various bits of furniture. A gasp falls from my lips as he unhooks my bra, pulling that off and bringing our bodies together, his skin burning into mine. “That bath earlier was the best kind of torture, baby,” he moans, his lips slamming down onto mine with enough force to almost bend me in half.

Our hands are a flurry of desperate movements, my fingers fumbling with his jeans as he unzips my skirt, letting it pool at my feet. He spins us as he kisses me, his hands cupping my face and caressing my cheeks as he claims me with his lips and tongue. All I can feel is him. He’s consuming me completely and nothing on this earth could stop this storm we’re creating.

I don’t even realise that I’ve been moving backwards until he gives me a little shove. I squeak as he pushes me onto my bed, then looks down at me with eyes dark with lust, his jeans around his thighs and his huge cock grasped in his fist. My bare pussy pulses in return, my skin feeling hot and tight as he gazes down at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?” he breathes out in a low tone, pushing his jeans the rest of the way off and stepping out of them. I wonder for a moment where his boots are, but then he’s on top of me, his hard length pressed against my core. “I wanted to take my time, baby, but you make it too fucking hard not to lose control.”

We both groan as he pushes himself inside of me, all of his hot skin touching mine. I still have my stockings and suspenders on, plus my boots, but he doesn’t seem to care as he thrusts forward until he’s fully seated inside me.

“Forest,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving half-moon crescents as I mark him. He is so big, and it’s so fucking good that I can already feel an orgasm hovering at the edges of my vision. “Please, fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you, darlin’,” he grits out, his large palm gliding along my stocking-clad leg and hitching it higher on his hips. “I never want to leave this sweet fucking pussy.” The moonlight highlights him in its glow as he pauses and just takes us in, looking down at the place where we join. “Fuck, Aspen.”

My breathing hitches as he lowers himself down and presses his lips to mine, moving his hips at the same time, pulling out just to slam back in, and swallowing my cry of pleasure. He takes my hands from his shoulders, tangling our fingers then bringing them over my head, pinning me down in a way that has wetness flooding between us.

“Shit, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, fucking me harder and sending shock waves racing across my entire body, inside and out. “As much as I want to hear you scream my name, baby girl, you’re going to have to keep quiet for Daddy,” he instructs, his lips pressing against mine again to swallow every whine and whimper as he fucks me so hard I know I’ll be sore tomorrow.

Taking my wrists in one hand, he brings his other arm down to hitch my leg over his elbow, and the deeper angle has us both groaning.

“Fuck, Forest! I’m so close,” I pant against his kiss-swollen lips, my hands clenched tightly into fists as my body arches into him. Our skin is sweat-soaked, the sound of our fucking loud and obscene in the quiet room, everything forgotten apart from this man and how he makes my body sing.

“Then come for your Daddy,” he commands in a harsh tone. “Show me you can be a good fucking girl and take Daddy’s dick.”

His hips piston into me in hard and brutal thrusts, and I bite my lip hard to stop the scream that wants to escape as my climax drags me under, my body going rigid and clamping down on him as I come even harder than I have all evening. I soak him with my release, and he grunts, burying himself so deep that it sends a sharp judder of pain through me which only heightens and prolongs my orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he grits out, making shallow thrusts and pumping me full of his cum.

My body goes boneless, weightless as I come down from my high, Forest pressing light kisses all over my neck and lips.

“Shit, Forest,” I murmur, his arm releasing my leg. My thighs come around his hips, my ankles crossing at his back as I pull him closer, and his hand lets go of my wrists, his palms cupping my face.

“I know, sugar,” he breathes against my lips. “Fuck, I know.”

He kisses me sweetly, reverently, our tongues exploring each other in a way that has tears pricking behind my closed eyelids.

“Will you stay? Just a little bit?” I ask in a choked voice, knowing that I shouldn’t have, but the idea of him leaving now makes me feel sick to my stomach, panic clawing at my throat.

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