Page 10 of Saint
Never had I fucked a woman at work. Not that any hadn’t offered, I just tried to keep pleasure separated from my business. But there wasn’t any way I’d say no to Oya. I wanted her screaming my name and I couldn’t wait for a more appropriate place. And every time I stepped into this room, the memory of this would always be on my mind.
I sucked her clit until she rocked her hips against my tongue. My fingers picked up the pace, and her channel tightened around them as I brought her closer to the edge. I wanted to see her come. I wanted to see her face blanketed in the pleasure only I could give her.
My eyes lifted to hers. I expected hers to be closed, but they weren’t. She gazed at me while she worked her hips against my tongue and fingers. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. I sucked harder on her clit, then shoved another finger inside her, causing her to explode with my name on her lips.
“Fuck you are so stunning when you come,” I said, moving my fingers in and out of her until she came down from her orgasm.
I stood and pushed the stool away. My dick pressed mercilessly against my jeans. I rubbed my erection through the thick fabric. Her eyes drifted down to my crotch and lust gazed over her eyes again.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes,” she said without any hesitation.
I unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans, and pushed them down below my knees along with my boxer briefs. I grasped my pierced shaft and ran my hand from the tip to the base a few times. Her eyes widened and I chuckled.
“You want to put that inside me?” she asked, pointing at my dick. “Saint, you can’t be serious?”
I laughed. I couldn’t control it. She hadn’t been the only woman surprised or scared when they saw the silver barbels along the bottom of my shaft that ran from the base to the head. Every woman questioned once they saw my Jacob’s Ladder if it would hurt. Would I fit? But I always assured them when they got a taste of my dick, there was no going back.
“Trust me. You’ll be begging me to fuck you.” I winked and she looked down at my dick, then back at me skeptically. I held down my laughter. “Stand, and bend over, Oya. I can show you better than I can tell you.”
She looked down at my shaft leaking precum from the red mushroomed tip again but complied.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” I ran my finger down her spine, then through the crack of her ass, and her wet pussy, causing her to shiver. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to fill you with my cum.”
Without any warning, I thrust into her to the hilt, and I was in fucking heaven. Pure bliss encompassed me. If I didn’t know before, I knew it now. Oya was mine. Fuck any other woman. I was home. I gripped her wide hips, pulled her hard, and flush against my pelvis. She gripped the chair, her nails digging into the black leather.
“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh fuck!”
“Fuck you feel good.” I wasn’t going to last long but I didn’t give a fuck. This wouldn’t be the last time I fucked her, even though she didn’t know it yet. “Damn, Oya, this pussy is mine.”
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I pulled her harder and faster, back, and forth along my cock. Grunts, moans, and the sounds of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and it was like music to my damn ears. Music, I didn’t want to stop but I didn’t have a choice. My bars were hitting her spot. Her pussy was getting wetter and clenching me.
I slapped her ass, a gorgeous red spot forming on her ebony skin. “Saint!” she screamed as her cunt clamped down on my length like a vice. And that was all it took. I sped up my thrusts, relishing in the warmth, the wetness of what I knew would ruin me for any other woman. Fuck her age. Shit, fuck mine. Oya was going to be mine until I left this miserable fucking earth.
“This pussy is mine until I die, Oya.”
Such a crazy statement to make, but I was damn serious. No one else’s dick would get this pleasure if I had anything to say about it. I slammed into her harder, over, and over again, watching her ass bounce from each push into her. I chased the familiar tingle starting at my toes as it quickly covered my entire body. Quicker than I wanted. But we had all night. At least I hoped we had all night.
“Please, Saint,” she begged.
Her pleas for pleasure slowed me down, so I could hit that magical spot again. I moved in tandem with her as she met my thrusts. Her screams got louder, echoing my grunts. “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groaned as my orgasm washed over me like a warm tidal wave of euphoria.
I was high as a motherfucker from ecstasy. Warm ropes of cum filled her as I relished in sweet fucking bliss only her pussy provided. I pumped in and out of her until her greedy cunt took everything I had as she fell over in bliss with me.
Finally, when we both came down, I pulled out, kneeled behind her, then spread her folds. My cum and hers leaked from inside her and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I stuck my tongue inside her, tasting our salty, musky mixture.
“Fucking manna from heaven,” I mumbled against her skin.
I was a nasty motherfucker, and I couldn’t wait until I dirtied her too. It was irrational how much I wanted this woman, but I did. It was irrational licking her and my cum from her body but I did it anyway. Whatever brought her pleasure, whatever made her scream my name I would do it.
I licked, flicked, and sucked until she leaked more of my cum, hers, and more arousal. I pulled her folds further apart, tonguingher, watching her pink skin become wetter. “Saint, I’m coming!” she screamed as her hips furiously rode my mouth.
Once again, I hated for it to end, but I wanted her trembling at my touch.
“Come, sweetheart. Come all over my face.”
“Oh!” she yelled, her juices squirting all over my face, dripping down my chin. Her body trembled while I drank from her like a thirsty man.
