Page 129 of Vicious Saint
Shoving him in the chest, I scream, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”
In seconds I’m being flung around, wedged face first into a wall. “You need to stop hitting me, Jimi,” Saint demands through a barely restrained growl.
“Stop being a complete dick, and I will.”
I feel Saint’s groin press into my ass, along with the bulge of his cock.
It’s hard. Long.And still growing.
My breath hitches when he rubs it between my cheeks, then again when he grits out, “I prefer tousemy complete dick.”
Something is seriously wrong with me…because the more Ifeelthe size of Saint’s cock, the more I want toseethe size of his cock.
Break the barriers between us.
It’s sick and twisted given what I just had to stop him from doing. Along with everything else he’s done up until now.
But fuck, this guy’s as electric as his damn knuckles.
Saint’s hand trails up my leg, then behind my shorts, heightening my senses until they nearly combust.
I call out his name, with a sound so erotic it has me arching my back and shuddering as his fingers toy with my panties.
Every inch of me is hot, trembling, as Saint runs a thumb behind the seam, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.
Judas. You’re a fucking Judas.
I can try, but scolding my traitorous body isn’t enough to stop it from bending to his will.
“We have to stop meeting like this, Jimi,” Saint buzzes in my ear. “Ending up like this too.”
“Get out of my panties.”
“Are you sure you want me to?” His thumb travels to my wet center, gliding it along my slit. “You’re drenched, and seemed to enjoy the last time I was here.”
A throb pulses in my clit when he rubs his finger against it.
“No I—”
“In fact,” he cuts me off, “I think you’re liking what I’m doing right now.”
An embarrassingly large part of my sanity is telling me to just get it over with. Fuck the madman until he’s out of my system. Get my fill, let him get his, and then the both of us can move on and live our happy, separate, step-lives.
Maybe sexual tension is tense enough to spark hatred.
And giving into temptation is what it takes to snuff it out.
“So whaddya say, Jimi? Should I finger fuck you again? Ravish your sweet as fuck wet pussy?”
Saint calls my pussy sweet.
Now my heart is tumbling because of it.
What alternate timeline am I living in?
“No.” I clench my jaw so hard it hurts. “You shouldnot.”
“I could just take it if I wanted to.” He blows cool breath into my ear, then flicks his tongue against it. “You know that, right?”
