Page 42 of Tainted Saints

Why does that idea turn me on more?And I can’t hide the fact it does because wetness slicks from my already soaked folds.

“You like that idea? You like the idea of me filling you full of my cum and getting you pregnant?” I moan loudly as my pussy flutters around him, more of my juices easing his path even deeper inside me. “Answer me.”

I hold his stare in the mirror, my body trembling as I don’t speak. How can I admit that yes, it turns me on? I’m not even eighteen for fuck’s sake, and don’t exactly have great role models for parents. Plus, I’m not ready for a child yet.

But the idea of having his, or Forest or even Lan’s baby?

“Yes,” I say in barely a whisper, my heart thundering in my chest at my admission. His lips tilt up in a half smile.

“Good girl,” he says, right before he slams the rest of the way inside me, his hands holding my hips so I don’t fly off the bench with the force of the thrust.

I scream, no one has ever been this deep before, and my body shakes and shudders as he stays buried to the hilt, letting me adjust. After a few minutes, the need to move, to feel him move becomes overwhelming, and all it takes is a pleading look in the mirror before he’s pulling out of me and thrusting back inside.

I can’t hold in my cries and curses, my nails digging into the leather so hard that I’m surprised they don’t break. Fire races across my body as he fucks me hard and fast, his grip bruising, and I relish all of it. I want his marks on my body. Want to feel claimed by him inside and out.

“Coño, you’re strangling my dick, baby,” he grits out, and I lift my lowered lids to watch his face in the mirror. It’s twisted in a snarl, sweat beading his forehead as he keeps pounding into me, sending me closer and closer to an edge that I know will destroy me. “Play with your clit,mi princesa. Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

Taking one hand off the bench, I place it between my legs, and the first brush of my fingers against my soaked nub has pleasure pulsing through me.

“Blaine,” I pant, my fingers stroking and teasing my swollen clit, brushing against his massive dick every so often, and fuck, I love the feel of him pushing inside me.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick,” he commands and I cannot disobey. My climax tears through me with such force that I clamp down around him like my body is refusing to let him go. “Coño!”

Electricity shoots up my spine, making my nerve endings tingle and pop like I have an entire fireworks show going off inside me. I’m still screaming when he surges deep inside me, a low, rumbling growl vibrating across my skin as he orgasms.

Only his strong grip is holding me up, my body feeling like liquid that’s being shaken in a bottle, and my muscles tremble with the residue euphoria. Sweat coats my skin, and we stay connected for long moments, our breaths slowing eventually. I gasp when he pulls out, the rush of liquid that drips down my thighs should make me blush, but I’m too blissed out to care.

I slump down over the bench when he lets me go, and he walks away only to return moments later with a small towel, which he uses to clean me up before pulling my underwear and shorts back up. I’m less than helpful, and he chuckles when I just continue to lie there.

“Come,mi princesa, time to train,” he coaxes gently, crouching down in front of me and brushing loose strands of hair off my sweaty forehead.

“W–what? Train?” I mumble, yawning as I get up on shaking legs, and he stands up until I have to tilt my head to look at him, the bench between us.

“That’s what I’m here to do. Train you,” he tells me, glancing at the watch he has on. “And we still have thirty minutes of our time left.”

My mouth falls open. “You expect me to train? After that?” My muscles still tremble from the rush of endorphins that are coursing through me.

“I went easy on you, beautiful,” he states with a sinful grin that has my toes curling. He’s too damn pretty for his own good. Or maybe mine.

“Easy?” I all but screech. “I’d hate to see what going hard would be.”

He steps around the bench and gets up into my space, tilting my chin so that I’m looking up at him from only a few centimetres away. It reminds me of the way he did similar when I sucked his dick, and a flush spreads across my overheated cheeks.

“When we have more time together, then I’ll show you what hard is like.” Leaning down, he places a gentle kiss on my swollen lips, then pulls away, grasping my hand in his. “Let’s start slow and we can work up.”

With a sigh, I let him tug me in the direction of the equipment that I’ve used before, the last time Mother got in PT to tone me up. They could never understand why I used to faint so frequently, and it wasn’t like I was about to confess that my parents would starve me regularly. I guess that’s not an issue with Blaine though since he knows some of my sordid home life.

ChapterTwenty

“No Man’s Land” by Hands Like Houses

LANDON

I glancedown at my phone screen, a slight chill racing up my spine when I see my uncle’s name flash up as the caller ID.

“Good afternoon, Uncle,” I greet, keeping my tone polite even as my jaw wants to clench. I fucking hate being in his debt, but I can’t regret helping Blaine get out from under his abusive, deadbeat dad’s fist either.

“Landon, my boy!” he greets enthusiastically, the sound of cutlery clinking against plates in the background letting me know he’s probably at Mama’s restaurant. My fingers grip my phone so hard that the plastic creaks. “How are you?”

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