Page 99 of The Bad Boy Rule

Pleasure threatens to force them closed, but I fight it because I want to watch her taking my cock down her throat.

“Rub your clit, baby. Get your pussy ready for me to fuck it. Make it wet and slippery for me to bury my cock in,” I pant, knowing how much she loves when I say filthy shit to her. Thrusting deep once more, I hold her there, feeling her gag around me.

Then she fucking swallows around my head, and my knees almost give out.

Motherfucker.

I hold her still, trying to remember how to even fucking breathe, and then I pull her off. She inhales a shuddering breath before sucking me deep again, and this time, I can’t fucking hold off.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Do you want it down your throat?”

Her head moves in a slight nod.

My head falls back, and I groan, the ragged sound tearing out of my chest as I rock my hips, pumping deep and spilling down her throat with slow, erratic spurts.

The floor sways beneath my feet as I struggle to stay upright, coming harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuuuuck, Lennon, my good fucking girl, letting me fill her throat with my cum. Drink every fucking drop, baby.”

FORTY-FIVE

LENNON

“Oh God, Saint… I can’t,” I whine. “I can’t.”

He chuckles darkly. “Yes you can, baby. Give me another.”

My God, how does he havethismuch stamina? It’s obscene.

We’ve spent the entire weekend locked in my bedroom, with him making me come so many times, in so many different positions, I’ve lost count. I’m sore and achy from exertion but in the most delicious way.

I’m addicted to Saint Devereaux, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

His stormy gaze drags down my body in an unhurried perusal, watching as I slide my fingers deeper inside my throbbing pussy.

Looking… but not touching.

Because he wants to watch me bring myself to orgasm.

It’s so hot and something I never thought I’d feel comfortable doing, but he makes me feel brazen and confident in a way I’ve never known.

“Good girl. Rub your greedy little clit. It needs attention, baby,” he rasps.

Even though he’s not once touched me, I somehow feel his eyes on my body, making my skin burn hotter, making the wave of pleasure crest inside of me.

The second I touch my clit, I fall apart, a powerful climax washing through me. My head lolls back, and his name tumbles breathlessly from my lips over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Lennon. Look at you coming apart for me, coating your fingers in your creamy cum.”

I sink into the mattress, unable to move, even as my entire body trembles.

Saint watches me intensely, his gaze slicing through me. When my orgasm finally subsides, I slip my fingers out of me.

He circles my wrist, bringing them to his mouth. “Now, let me taste.”

Even after the orgasm, my clit pulses, and I fight the urge to press my thighs together. My slick flesh is still sensitive and overstimulated.

He wraps his lips around my middle finger and ring finger, and he sucks them all the way into his mouth, tongue laving over my sticky fingers until they’re clean.

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