Page 67 of The Bad Boy Rule

Saint’s hooded gaze moves over my face as if he’s cataloging every movement, every breath, and I’m not sure what’s hotter… using him or the way he’swatchingas I do.

THIRTY-TWO

SAINT

“Oh—God.God,” Lennon chants, voice breaking as her hips move faster, finding the perfect rhythm that has my dick fucking weeping.

I’m ready to bust, and I haven’t even touched her yet.

Haven’tseenwhat’s beneath that fucking skirt that I’m obsessed with.

If I yanked that little scrap of fabric to the side, I know that I’d find her dripping, pink, and glistening, her little clit peeking out and begging to be sucked and flicked by my tongue.

My fingers tighten around the back of the bench, the wood creaking and groaning beneath the force, desperation snaking down my spine and taking hold.

Fuck, I want to sink inside of her and lose myself.

Suddenly, her body pulls taut as she stills, her blown pupils flicking down between us. “Saint.”

I follow her gaze and see that my towel has fallen open, freeing my cock, a thick bead of precum glistening on the slit.

Lennon’s lips fall open. “Is that… Is it…” Her words trail off, and I chuckle.

“Is my cock pierced? Yeah, Golden Girl. It is.”

Her eyes widen as her gaze travels slowly along my length, pausing on the silver barbell pierced through the underside, right below the ridge of my head.

I watch as she swallows thickly, observing with hesitant curiosity and interest.

My hands move to her hips, gripping tightly as I slowly drag her forward until the wet, warm heat of her pussy is settled along the base of my cock, causing us to both hiss.

“If you ever want to find out how good it’ll feel inside of you, let me know,” I whisper before sealing my mouth over hers, sweeping my tongue through her parted lips, and swallowing down her sweet little whimper.

There’s a possessive place inside of me that’s preening with the fact that I’ll be taking all of her firsts. That no motherfucker on this planet will have them.

It’s fucking mine.

She’sfucking mine.

Even if it’s only temporary, even if she’s not mine to keep. Even if this is all just strategy.

The pads of my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I rock her back and forth along my cock. Unhurried, controlled movements that have her swollen clit dragging across every inch of me.

I’m taking my time, in no fucking hurry for this to be over. I’ll stay here all goddamn day if it means watching her come for the first time.

“God, it feels…” she breathes, eyes dropping shut as her head falls back, and she moves faster, her nails biting into my shoulder, creating tiny half crescents along my skin. “It feels so good. I-I want you to come too. With me.”

Motherfucker.

Her words are a breathless whisper, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, and I can’t look away.

I can’t stop watching her.

Lifting my hand from her hip, her green, molten eyes find mine, and I hold open my palm in front of her. “Spit.”

Her pupils darken, turning hazy and unfocused as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

And like the good girl I fuckingknewshe would be, she listens, spitting into my hand while her eyes never leave mine, making my balls pull tight.

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