Page 41 of Tainted Saints

“You want me to fuck you right here? Prove that you are the only woman I’m interested in? Fuck you like a dirty little slut where anyone could walk in?” His voice is a delicious rumble that has my core clenching, and his words? Fuck. Me. Why does the idea of being caught turn me on as much as it terrifies me? “Well?”

I lick my lips, my fingers digging into the muscles of his arms.

“Yes.” It leaves my lips on a breath, and I push back into him, the significant bulge in his shorts giving me pause. Shit, Forest did say he was a big guy, but Jesus.

“Go over to that bench and bend over it for me,” he commands, releasing me.

On shaking steps I do as he says, watching him in the mirror as I walk. Fucking hell, the hard outline of his dick is huge. He must see my panicked face because a low, dark chuckle escapes him.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll make it fit,” he assures me, not moving as I take the final few steps to the weights bench.

It’s horizontal to the mirror, so when I lower my hands to the leather surface I can watch as he strolls towards me with a grace that shouldn’t be possible given how huge the man is. He reminds me of a lion, all that restrained violence just waiting to spring free.

He doesn’t say anything as he comes around to block my view of the mirror, giving me a front row seat to the monster that lives in his pants. His fingers stroke my jaw, and he uses his grip to tilt my face upwards so that I’m looking him in the eyes.

“You’re going to get me nice and wet first, aren’t you,mi princesa?” A shiver wracks over me, making my nipples harden to points under my bra.

Not able to make a sound I nod, watching as his pupils blow out at my answer.

“Good girl,” he praises, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip and tugging it down. “Keep your hands on the bench for me.”

Keeping hold of my chin, he lowers my face as his other hand reaches into his shorts and pulls his dick out.

Good. Fucking. Lord.

All the blood rushes to my pussy at the sight of his rock-hard cock in front of me. It’s huge. Like, I didn’t know they could come in this size. His large hand tilts it upwards and holy fucking shit my brain short-circuits at the glint of metal on the underside.

I count the metal bars with my eyes and come up with eight. He has a jacob’s ladder piercing—thank you, smuggled steamy romance books for that knowledge—with eight. Fucking. Rungs.

My eyes dart back up to his, no doubt wide and terrified, and he gives me what can only be described as a smug smile.

“You can take me,princesa,” he tells me softly, placing the tip of his dick against my lips. This is a fucking trust exercise if ever I saw one. With my hands on the bench, all the control is his, and with the monster that he’s hiding—or not—in his pants, he could very well choke me to death if he’s not careful.

I hold his stare as my tongue darts out, tasting the musky saltiness of him, my fingernails digging into the leather of the bench and making it creak. A small moan sounds in my throat at the taste, and then I’m wrapping my lips around him, giving an experimental suck.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, his thighs twitching as I use my tongue on his tip, working my way to take more of his length inside my mouth. I won’t get it all in, but I refuse to be defeated by a monster peen.

His other hand grabs my bun, using it to help guide me lower until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he moans, bringing me back up and then forcing my head down again. The metal of his piercing is strange in my mouth, and my tongue traces them which has his hips snapping forwards, his cock going deeper.

Tears fill my eyes, but for an entirely different reason than earlier, and I let them fall as I watch him, his brows wrinkled and jaw tight as he seeks pleasure from my mouth. Heat blooms between my thighs, which clench together as I try to seek some relief from the ache.

“You desperate for my fat cock,mi tesoro?” he grits out, pausing with his dick halfway in my mouth. I nod, tears dotting my eyelashes. “Good girl.”

He pulls out and I suck in a breath, my jaw aching with how much he stretched it with his dick. I watch in the mirror as he walks around to the back of me, his large hands landing on the waistband of my shorts and easing them and my knickers down. The cool air hits my overheated flesh and I gasp.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he comments, swiping a finger through my folds which has me pushing back to seek more. “And so desperate to be filled.” I watch his arm move as he brings his tip to my opening, then pauses. “I don’t suppose Forest asked you whether you were on birth control before he fucked you bare?”

His dark eyes hold mine in the mirror.

“N–no, but I am,” I stumble out, my cheeks flushing. I didn’t think to ask if he was clean or anything at the time either. “And I’m clean.”

“We all are too,” he tells me, easing his tip inside me and my eyes roll. “And it wouldn’t have stopped him or me if you weren’t on birth control.” He pushes in a little more and my fingers grip the bench even harder. The stretch is almost burning but is so damn delicious.

“S–stopped you?” I question, my brain slower on account of the huge dick trying to impale me.

“If putting a Saint’s baby in that belly of yours will keep you with us, then I will flush all your pills, cut out any implant, take out any IUD myself,mi tesoro,” he informs me as he pushes in more, my body breaking out in a fine layer of sweat.

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