Page 65 of Tainted Saints

“Some things feel better in the dark, angel,” Forest utters against my breast, his breath making my nipples pucker even more.

Someone pushes my knickers down my hips, and as soon as I step out of them, I’m being held in strong arms from behind as one of my legs is thrown over a broad shoulder.

“Blaine is desperate for a taste, Duchess,” Lan murmurs in my ear, my breath stuttering out of my lips, sweat dotting my spine as I wait for that first stroke of his tongue. “And you’re going to come so beautifully all over his face, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I readily agree, one hand reaching down to trace through Blaine’s thick hair as the other wraps around Landon’s neck, pulling him down even closer.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises just as Blaine licks from my opening to my clit and Forest sucks a nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing with it.

“Oh god,” I breathe out, my head falling back on Lan’s hard chest, their combined scents a heady mix that only sends me higher.

“There are no gods here, Duchess,” Lan tells me in a husky whisper, nuzzling my neck before licking and biting his way along it. “Just Saints.”

Blaine takes that as his cue to worship me with his tongue and lips, the most delicious noises of appreciation coming from his mouth that have me getting wetter by the second.

“You are such a good girl for your Saints, sugar,” Forest rasps against my lips, capturing them and destroying me with his kiss, his tongue moving in time with Blaine’s, building me higher towards a peak that I have a feeling they will throw me off with no remorse. “Now come for us, baby.”

Blaine chooses that moment to suck my clit hard, thrusting two fingers inside me, and I explode, tearing my lips away from Forest as I scream my release, uncaring who can hear. My body trembles as waves of ecstasy flows over me, drowning me under their swell. Then I dig my fingers into Blaine’s hair, not sure if I’m trying to bring him closer or push him away.

The noises Blaine makes as he laps my release are obscene. It’s like the man has just found ambrosia and intends to drink it all up. I’d be embarrassed if I could give a fuck about anything other than the almost painful pleasure that holds me as captive as these three men do.

“That’s it, Duchess,” Lan whispers in my ear as his arms band around me. “Soak him in your release.”

I’m a shaking, sweaty mess by the time Blaine decides he’s tortured me enough, placing a final wet kiss against my mound. I never knew pleasure could feel almost painful, but it seems the Saints are determined to teach me that the line between pleasure and pain is a fine one.

Slumping, my legs unable to hold me any longer, Lan lifts me into his arms, and then I’m being gently placed on the bed. I shiver at the sudden loss of heat, which doesn’t last long as a firm, naked body presses against me, the scent of summer nights and thunderstorms telling me it’s Forest who wastes no time in sliding inside me as his body covers mine completely.

“Forest,” I moan, the stretch so delicious that my toes curl even as my trembling legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, your pretty, tight pussy was made to take us, wasn’t it, Little Lady?” he groans in my ear.

“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp back, feeling his body shudder at the term.

“Shit, baby. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, trying to milk me already, greedy little cunt.” His dirty words have my limbs shaking even more, my nails clawing at his back as he fucks into me hard and fast, just the way I crave from him. “You make me so fucking wild, so desperate for you, angel.”

A hand snakes around the front of my throat, my breath hissing out of me as the grip tightens to the point that only a sliver of air can get past.

“Time to come again, Duchess,” Lan orders in a harsh, demanding tone.

I try to shake my head, tell him that it’s too soon, but fingers find my swollen clit and start to strum it like I’m an instrument and they know how to make me sing for them.

Lightning races up my spine and across my skin, my nails digging into Forest as I shatter around him, my inner walls clenching around his dick as if I want to hold him inside me forever. A small cry leaves my lips, it’s all that the grip around my throat allows, as my world rearranges itself into something I know will be brighter and shinier than ever before.

“Fuck, she’s like a vise,” Forest grunts, not stopping, fucking me through my orgasm.

“You’re not allowed to come until Blaine is deep inside your ass, Pup,” Lan snarls, and another wave of pleasure washes over me at the mental image he just gave, leaving me boneless and slumped on the bed, unable to even hold my legs up.

A kiss is pressed to my lips as the hand on my throat loosens, then a small whimper sounds in my throat as Forest pulls out, leaving me empty but so satisfied.

“We’re not done yet, Duchess,” Landon promises in a dark murmur, and a small shiver cascades over me. Slicked-up fingers glide over my soaked opening then venture lower, and I gasp when they trace my puckered hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

“N–no, s–sir,” I stutter, my hips moving as he continues to play with the opening.

“Then I’ll be your first, but I’ll take it slow, beautiful, okay?” He pauses in his teasing, chuckling when I try to push down in a bid to get his finger to move again. “I need your words, Duchess.”

“Yes, please, sir. I want you to fuck me in the arse,” I shamelessly plead, knowing that this will be another way they will destroy me, and I am here for it.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he chides, but his finger resumes its teasing strokes. “It suits you being our little cum slut, and we’re going to fill you up until we leak down those pretty thighs for days.”

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