Page 256 of Vicious Saint
Unwarned. Un-fucking-prepared.
Exactly how I was for her in the beginning.
“Ahhhh,” Hendrix lets out a strangled breath. “Shit. I forgot how big you are.”
I ignore the impossibility of that comment, telling myself it’s the sex drunk talking, and pull back, forcing myself deeper even harder.
Hendrix feels so fucking good and molds around my dick in all the right ways to have me forget where we are and who can possibly hear what I’m doing to her. One of which I don’t give too much of a flying fuck if he did.
It’s time for Hendrix’s Italian to learn his place.
And if listening to me ravish his precioussignorinais what it takes, so be it.
Hendrix’s back rides the tree higher with each one of my thrusts, making the sound of leather scraping wood fill my ears along with her satisfied noises.
Whining. Panting. Grunting.
Most of which we do as one.
Hendrix’s pussy starts to pulse against my cock, so I bury my face in her neck, biting down to stop myself from growling like a territorial wolf.
“Saint, I…” My name comes out through a gasp. “If you don’t slow down, I’m gonna…” Her lust filled voice trails off, then returns with a “soon.”
Hopefullyverysoon, because I sure as shit won’t be lasting much longer either if she keeps up with this torture. Something I’ll be sure to make up to her and my ego when we get back to Riverside.
“It’s okay, baby,” I reassure her.
“But I want this to last.” There’s a hint of uncertainty in the reply, and I can’t tell if it has to do with us or an orgasm.
Doesn’t fucking matter, because my answer stands either way.
“It will, I promise.”
This seems to do the trick, because after a few more thrusts and clashing of mouths, we’re lost in messy sex sounds again.
Hendrix arches into me as I wrap an arm around the curve of her back, holding her leg around me so I can angle us the way that drives her crazy.
My hips roll in slow purposeful strokes, taking my time hitting the money spot, and I know I got it when Hendrix’s insides pulse and thighs clench. Every inch of her pussy is choking my cock like a slow squeezing vise.
She lets out a small, pinched sound, then closes her eyes, focusing the way chicks do when they’re close to the finish line.
“Oh…I fucking needed this,” Hendrix murmurs, gripping my ass to drive me in faster. “So bad.”
The orgasm rising at the base of my cock feels more like a volcano about to erupt after being dormant for too long.
A mix of ache and throbbing.
This girl. Is going. To fucking. Kill me. With her pussy.
Then take me to sex heaven where I can fall and die all over again.
A moan I know I should contain forms in my throat, so I use a mouthful of Hendrix’s breast to stifle it.
The fabric she’s got on is thin enough for me to reach a perked nipple, and I waste not a second before nibbling on it, resulting in feminine pants too loud for even my diabolical comfort.
“You better be quiet,” I demand through a second nibble. “We may still have some blue suits roaming.”
“Well, you’re making it too damn hard.”
