Page 174 of Vicious Saint
“Of course not.”
“Then stop demanding things beneath you.”
I digest the magnitude of his words, and how easily they rolled off his tongue. What Saint thinks of me shouldn’t mean a thing.
But what he just said? It means everything.
Cupping the nape of Saint’s neck, I yank him to me, kissing him like the world is on fire.
If it’s true this thing between us has to end tonight, then I’m going to make damn sure I savor every minute, and hope the universe makes the transition into being only stepsiblings easy.
Saint’s lubricated fingers continue working me as I get lost in our mingling lips, and before I know it those fingers are being replaced by something hard and wide.
“Keep breathing for me, Jimi,” is all I get before he advances forward, the equally lubed tip of his cock spreading every inch of me.
A sharpness ensues, but feels more foreign than anything, at least until Saint gently moves back and forth to ease in.
“You okay?” he questions, pained, still with millimeter thrusts.
I squeeze my eyes closed. “Mhm.”
Saint keeps his promise by not offering to stop, and I respect it.
Enough to tell him to give me more.
So he does, and a wincing cry escapes me, too loud for being discreet.
“Relax, Jimi.” He sinks deeper. “Don’t push me out.”
Every nerve ending inside me comes to life once Saint consumes me whole, breathing through the pain and pleasure he never fails to bring me.
“It feels...good,” I mumble as he starts gliding.
“You sound surprised.” He smirks. “It’s me.”
“Shut up.” I chuckle, then wince with his first deliberate push.
And after that, it’s smooth sailing.
My legs tighten around Saint’s waist as he picks up speed, spending every second with his lips and fingers caressing me.
“If I told you I’m gonna come, would you judge me?” he asks playfully into my neck.
“Totally.”
“Well, I guess this’ll be the first time I leave a girl disappointed.”
He’s wrong.
Because whether or not I orgasm will never change how much this moment means to me. Or how good it feels to have thealmightySaint Lavell let his guard down.
“Move faster,” I tell him when he paces himself. “I want to feel you come undone.”
“Shit, Jimi. You can’t say things like that.”
Except I can, and it’s easy.
Too easy if you ask me.
