Page 152 of Vicious Saint
I know exactly why the number sixty-nine makes her nervous.
I also know Hendrix is batshit crazy for thinking I would give a flying fuck about her weight.
“I want you sitting on my face. So I can eat that beautiful pussy as you devour my cock.”
She attempts to move but I snatch her by the waist and lift my head. “Look at me, Jimi,” I demand, and when she refuses I squeeze the outside of her thighs. “I said…look. At. Me.”
With hesitance in her eyes I can tell she’s trying to mask, Hendrix peers at me from over her shoulder.
“I’m not the guy who’s gonna waste time trying to convince you you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. That you’re beautiful regardless of your size.”
The offense marring her face disappears the second I add, “Because you should already fucking know that.”
“I do…” She shifts above me. “That’s not the problem.”
“Then whatisthe problem?”
Hendrix blinks a few times, as if recalling a painful memory.
And this memory better fucking not include some guy trying to convince her any different.
Because if it is—he’s already good as dead.
“Last time I wanted to try it…”
“No doubt with that loser punk bitch Stevenson.”
Her gaze sharpens, but she doesn’t argue.
“It didn’t go over well.”
Rage. Blazing fucking rage is what I have to hold back as I allow her to continue.
“I mentioned it to…a guy…and got rejected.”
Good-night Golden Retriever.
“He say something to make you feel bad?” I press, making sure to sound curious andnothomicidal.
“No, of course not.” She shakes her head, and I can feel the muscles of her thighs relaxing the more I distract her. “But his wary glance at my thighs said more than enough.”
“Thatguywas a fucking wimp, you wanna know why?”
She blinks once, and nods.
With fingers straining two large plumps of her ass cheeks, I say, “Because I can promise you right now, even if for some ridiculous fucking reason I would suffocate from you sitting on my face, I’d be more than happy making your pussy my last meal.”
She shudders above me as I glide a single digit inside her entrance, then bites her lip to stifle a moan.
“Wanna know something else?” I curl my finger inside her, searching for the special spot that makes her crazy.
Biting turns to licking of her swollen red lips. “What?”
“During the past four hours of us fucking…notoncewas your weight on the scoreboard.”
“What was on it then?” She hisses as I remove the finger to circle her clit.
“Besides you? Nothing.”
