Page 92 of The Bad Boy Rule

“Yeah, that’s my good girl,” he praises as he grips my hips, steadying me. “You’re doing so fucking good taking my cock, baby. Fuck, just look at you.”

My gaze drops to where we’re joined, his huge, veiny length sliding inside of me.

“Oh God,” I groan, my eyes falling shut. “It’s just thetip, Saint!”

His chuckle is low and gravelly. “You can take it. I know you can. Show me how much that tight little cunt was made for me, Lennon, made to take my big cock.”

God, Ilovethis. His filthy, obscene words.

I never knew I would be so turned on by someone saying things like that to me, but every time he does, it makes me so hot, so wet.

I let out a stuttering exhale, sinking farther onto him until I reach the point of resistance, where it feels like he might split me open with saidbig cock. My nails bite into his shoulders, my eyes squeezing shut.

“You would have a stupidly large dick,” I mutter, holding myself completely still.

I feel him shake beneath me with a chuckle. “Pretty sure I told you that when you met me.”

Cocky as always.

Hot… as always.

“Breathe through it, baby. It’ll feel so much better once you’re past this. Just focus on me.”

I watch him spit into his palm before he brings his fingers to my clit and circles it slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. “Come on, baby, fuck yourself onto my cock. Take me like the good girl I know you are.”

He’s talking me through it in the literal sense, and it’s exactly what I didn’t even know that I needed.

I swallow down my anxiousness and suck in a deep, shaky breath before slowly sinking down fully onto his cock. It hurts for a single breath as he rips through my virginity, but then… it quickly fades, dulls into a throbbing ache inside of me.

I’m fully seated, my clit brushing the short, soft hair at the base of his cock. Saint’s hands move gently along my hips, over my back, his lips pressing to my buzzing skin.

“That’s it, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he says hoarsely. “Fuck, you feel so good, Lennon. So goddamn good squeezing my cock.” I can feel him twitching inside me as his hands find my hips, fingers digging into the soft skin of my hips to keep me still, his breathing strained. “Don’t move, or I’m going to come. I need a second.”

The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and for the first time, I’m realizing… how much I think I’d like that.

Saint’s gaze darkens as it moves over my face, the corner of his lips tilting into a sexy grin. “You like that.”

It’s not a question but a statement.

A hot blush climbs my neck, racing to my cheeks. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly embarrassed about that, maybe because it’s so intimate, so erotic. The thought of him coming inside of me turns me on so much.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel you clenching around me. You want me to fill you up? Pump your pussy full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you, hm?”

Oh God.

I can feel my pulse between my legs, and I nod, blurting out, “I want… it everywhere. But I really want it inside of me.”

“You’re going to fucking kill me, Lennon,” he grunts.

My hips squirm, desperate tomove, to chase the flame that tugs at my lower belly.

I lift on my knees until only the tip of his cock is still inside of me before sliding back down, circling my hips, dragging myclit against his pubic bone. The delicious friction sends my toes curling.

There’s the smallest remaining twinge of pain, but it’s replaced by something different—blinding hot pleasure.

“I need… I need more. Please.”

Saint groans, flexing his hips and pushing deeper inside of me. “Fuck, I love hearing you beg for me.”

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