Page 18 of Saint
“My brothers. King’s the oldest and the President. Reaper’s the middle kid and a member. Of course, they didn’t want me to join, but I needed to belong to something.”
“You needed a family,” she said more as a statement than a question.
I nodded. “Does my past make you want to end this?”
She cupped my face. “It was unexpected. Yet, I can’t say that it changes anything on my end. On the other hand, I’m not so sure I’m thinking straight when it comes to you either.”
I pulled her in my lap so she could straddle me. She rubbed my head while I kneaded her ass. “I don’t think I’m thinking straight either, but I want this with you for however long you’re willing to have me, Oya.”
I leaned in and captured her bottom lip between my teeth, slightly biting down on the soft flesh. She groaned against my mouth. Releasing her lip, my tongue explored her mouth. The caress of her lips along with the movement of her body rubbing against my growing erection set my body on fire. I wanted nothing more but to sink inside her and feel her warmth and wetness against me again.
“You feel so good, baby,” I moaned. “I want to fuck you, Oya. I want you to cum all over my dick.”
“Gavin,” she groaned.
She pulled her dress over her head, then tossed it on the floor. I lifted her to where I could unbutton my fly. I raised my hips, then pulled my jeans and boxers down. My erection flung flee and she eyed my cock again.
“Did these hurt?” she asked, running her fingers along my piercings. I shuddered. Anytime I got an erection, they became really sensitive.
“Yes,” was my only response before I grabbed her hips and slammed her down on my cock.
“Gavin!” she screamed, but I wasn’t going to show her any mercy. I was going to fuck her senseless.
“Fuck you feel good,” I groaned, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips, moving her up and down my shaft. “I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name, Oya. Then I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Oh fuck!” she shouted, her nails piercing the flesh of my shoulders.
I slapped her ass as she bounced on my cock, her head thrown back in passion. With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I maneuvered her body, her arousal coating my cock. My grunts and her yelps of pleasure filled the large living room.
She was so fucking beautiful. If I could take a picture, I would. “You’re fucking mine, Oya.” I slammed her down hard on my cock. She looked at me and whatever she saw in my eyes caused hers to widen. “Do you hear me? Mine. Now fucking come for me.”
Her eyes rolled, and her glorious cunt clamped down around me when she came.
“Shit!” I groaned.
Tingles shot from the tips of my toes, then covered my entire body. I released inside her, my body shuddering as she pulled me over the edge. Her sweaty body slumped against mine as we both tried to catch our breaths.
I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers up and down her back. “You make an old woman feel like the only woman in the world, you know that?” she mumbled.
I chuckled. “You are far from being old.” She raised her head and looked me in the eye. “And you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”
“You are one of a kind, Gavin.”
“Nah. I just know a remarkable woman when I see one.”
The smile that moved across her face could make a grown man cry. I don’t see how anyone in their right mind wouldn’t do right by her.
“You want to stay the night?”
I smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I’d never slept sodamn good in my entire life. I ran my hands across her silken belly.
“Hmm…” Her eyes slowly peeled open, and she graced me with that smile I was becoming accustomed to. “Good morning,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“Good morning, sexy.” I pecked her on the lips. “What do you have planned for today?”
She shrugged. “On Sundays, I usually hang out around the house, and grade papers. What about you?”
