Page 153 of Vicious Saint
Hendrix gasps when I pull her onto me, and I waste no time going to town on my new favorite snack.
I grumble a curse as her natural flavor explodes on my tongue, rallying my tastebuds for more. This is my fifth time fuckingHendrix with my mouth in less than twenty-four hours, but it’s still not enough to the settle my hunger and need.
Especially now that I’ve got her in such a vulnerable position.
I allow Hendrix to indulge in the pleasure of me vibrating her clit with gentle sucks and hums, of me squeezing every bit of loose skin on her ass to steal a nibble.
But I’m no gentleman.
She’s full on writhing when I say, “They’re getting blue, Jimi.”
“Shit, sorry.” She chuckles breathlessly.
Regretting decisions isn’t really my thing, but right now, as I feel Hendrix’s fingers and warm mouth sheathing the length of my cock for the first time, I’m hit with the cruel, coldhearted truth.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m breaking these clutches.
It’s a mercy to man, given how fast I’d eviscerate any motherfucker who tries to take what’s mine.
Because make no mistake, after tonight, Hendrix Zinnia Montgomeryismine.
For the sake of the game, I allowed her to go on with that pathetic excuse for a boy toy, made it my foreplay and a means of entertainment.
But now that I’ve tasted, fucked, broken, and bruised every inch of her, I’d burn this city to the ground if someone tried doing the same.
Hendrix peppers dirty kisses from the tip all the way down to the base, and then surprises me by giving my balls a little tongue action too.
“That’s it, Jimi. Your tongue feel amazing against my cock,” I grit out when she licks her way back up to my crown, the most erotic fucking moans rising out of her.
My words are fuel as Hendrix clenches a hand around me, twisting it as she strokes and sucks in unison. She picks up the pace, making my hips buck when I feel her teeth graze my shaft.I have to physically stop myself from sinking mine into her pussy lips. I become a rabid beast mauling Hendrix as she takes my cock like a pro.
Wet sucking sounds fill the air as she devours me, and I’m ashamed to admit how fast she’ll have me coming from whatever this swipey thing is she’s got going on with her tongue.
“I wanna fuck that face so hard.”
Hendrix relaxes her jaw, sliding ever so slowly onto my cock, a sweet little demonstration on how far she can take me. Which is way farther than any other girl in her position.
She releases me with a pop. “Well, what are you waiting for, Letterman? Fuck me like you hate me.”
Hearing Hendrix’s invitation to proceed without caution rings like church bells on a Sunday—and I’m more than willing to pray at her altar.
She does the honors of wrapping her lips around my cock again, and the second she’s past my tip I begin fucking her tight little mouth senseless.
She massages my balls to stay busy, switching between choking, moaning, even whimpering through each one of my advances, refusing to stop me even when I can tell she’s had enough.
“You’re taking this cock so good, Jimi. So fucking good.”
She cries something inaudible when I nibble on the folded skin between her pussy’s lips, and it spurs her on like a smitten kitten.
“Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that shit with your tongue.”
Hendrix squeezes my dick so hard it aches, and I eat the pain up like her delicious cunt.
I flick her clit until the muscles of my tongue strain, feeling that perfect little bud swelling fast.
“Look how greedy this pussy is.” I kiss a mouthful. “She wants to come again.”
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