Page 275 of Vicious Saint
Oh, I’m way too stubborn and turned on to back down now.
“I meant it.”
A depraved look darkens Saint’s features as he brings his thumb to my lips, prying me open so wide my jaw aches. He keeps me spread like this, inserting a finger and pressing down on my tongue. My throat clenches, and my stomach lurches with need to regurgitate. Not a graceful sound at all, but it’s got Saint’s teeth biting hard on his lip.
“Mouth,” he utters, and that’s the only warning I get before his cock drives inside in one full thrust.
No ease, or remorse.
Just primal instinct to dominate.
“Fuuuuucking hell,” Saint grunts, already sliding steadily back and forth.
Tears sting from an even more intense gag reflex, so I relax my jaw in an attempt to adjust. Then, when the feeling passes, I reach for his base to obtain a bit of control.
I barely make a fist around him before I’m hit with a denial.
“Nuh-uh. Keep those hands to yourself.”
Tiny zaps burst from deep in my core, turning my mind into a fuzzy mess as Saint clutches a fist full of my hair. He pulls back, then drives into my mouth again, filling me to the hilt.
A belligerent sound rises from the back of my throat, but Saint ignores it.
“Play with your tits as I fuck your mouth,” he grits, moving again but slow and purposeful.
Doing what’s asked, I squeeze my breasts, massaging and trying not to wince from how sensitive my nipples are. I go on this way with Saint watching until they’re round against my palms.
“Are your nipples hard for me, Jimi?”
My eyes roll and flutter.
“Show me.”
I drop my arms, revealing the two sharp peaks sticking out of my thin bra and shirt.
Saint fists my hair tighter, and this time my wince is avoidable.
“Now pinch them.”
Using both thumbs and forefingers I squeeze my nipples, moaning from the rousing pain that’s hitting from every direction.
“Harder.”
Damn it, damn it. His demands are hell on my insides.
My fingers squeeze tighter, and the feeling it provokes shoots through my nerve endings in all the best ways.
“Holy fucking shit,” Saint mutters, his thrusts too quick for my mouth to handle.
Gagging tears blur my vision as his strokes become brutal and degrading. But, once again, my nerve endings are cannoned.
“Mhmmm. I love watching you choke on my cock, Jimi.” Saint ignores my struggle. “So compliant for once.”
On instinct I try to wrap my hand around him again, but Saint cuts me off, snatching my wrist. “If you’re making me suffer, then I’m taking you how I want you. That’s the deal.”
By now, I’ve given Saint blowjobs an embarrassing amount of times, and overall have become accustomed to his size andpreferenceswhen I do so. During sex, he’s moody, switching between a tender, rough, and even a bit submissive lover.
But when I’m on my knees for him?
