Page 149 of Vicious Saint
Saint tugs his cock a few times, which may look hot as fuck, but pisses off my need for revenge. So, I do what any girl would do, and piss off his need for control.
“You only get to come if it’s inside me.”
“You don’t give the orders.”
Saint’s pride may be doing the talking, but his hunger, it tells a whole different story.
The beginning—his fight for power.
The middle—his relinquished control.
And the end? Well, let’s just call it a cliffhanger.
I remove the fingers inside me, making a show of tasting them as I straddle Saint.
“Fuck,” he curses, gripping my ass, and my whole body shudders when his cock glides against my pussy.
In my twisted, sick, fucked up head Saint’s cock is a separate entity, and I need it, nothim, inside me right the fuck now.
“You’re a little vixen, huh Jimi?”
I shrug. “One that really fucking hates you.”
“Yeah,” he moans. “Well, the feeling’s mutual.”
“Good.” I lift myself to kiss him. “Now be a sweet psycho piece of shit and hold your dick up for me.”
Saint’s glare on me is deadly, but I can tell he’s thinking about it.
“Isaidhold your dick up for me.”
With a flare of his nostrils, he complies.
“Now line it up with my pussy.”
“Fuck you,” Saint sputters, but does as told.
I sink on top of him, and a cry rips from my throat, at first from pain, then from pleasure, then from the insatiable need to feel more of him.
Saint tries to speak again, but I slap a hand over his mouth before his ego gets the chance to ruin anything.
His gaze hardens, and the next thing I feel are teeth digging into my palm so hard I’m sure skin breaks.
Iamsick.
I have to be.
Because the second Saint releases my hand, I’m pressing it to his lips again.
He bites down and my insides clench, then throb, which only grows more intense as my hips roll to chase the feeling.
Like a dog ripping meat off a bone, Saint releases my hand and flips me onto the bench. “My turn, Jimi,” he grits out, but before I can say anything his cock drives deeper into me.
The new angle has a sharp burn coursing through me as my insides stretch to accommodate him, making me cry out again, but mostly in pain. Which turns even worse when he withdraws to the tip, then slams into my pussy again.
And again, and again until I see stars in the depths of his blue eyes.
I attempt to turn my head, but Saint captures my lip with his teeth, biting down so hard I’m forced to open for him. I cantaste the remnants of my blood as he drives his tongue inside my mouth, fucking me two ways.
