Page 151 of Vicious Saint
Imay be driving a truckload of emotional problems, but possessiveness over a chick was never one of them.
Girls, at least the ones found in Riverside, stayed being expendable to me. Nothing but a means to an end. While the few on the outside who have offered substance always ended up boring me to death with proper etiquette and reference to scriptures they learned in Sunday School.
Turns out…church girls have only two settings: prude or freak.
And I’ve spent years playing the game to figure out which is which. I’ve learned a bit in the process too, though. Like when to be gentle or rough.
Dirty or passionate.
Offer praise or degradation.
As exhilarating as the process was, it never took long for the chase to run dry.
A level of experience that had me convinced about my obsession with Hendrix up until a couple of months ago in ThePit—when I had to fight my monster like hell to stop him from hurting her.
I guess some lessons beget more lessons.
Because here I am.
Surging inside Hendrix’s pussy again, this time from behind, listening to the sound of my bed creaking and chipping as her hands give away at the headboard. She’s got her back arched as I spread her ass cheeks wide, getting the perfect view of the tight hole I’m yet to explore with more than two fingers.
I eat up every moan, sigh, and whimper passing Hendrix’s lips, failing more and more at fucking her out of my system.
She’s becoming a possession far more dangerous than Vicious, because earlier I found out not only does she have the power to summon my monster, she has the power to suppress him too.
Unsure of the how’s or why’s.
But not my need to keep her close and find out.
I pull Hendrix’s hair until she’s staring at the ceiling. “Ready for more?”
“Yes.” She breathes harshly.
“You sure?”
The question is more threat than permission—because I’ll be ripping the soul out of her body again regardless.
She pushes back against my hips. “Wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
“Good ’cause I want that mouth sucking my cock.”
I pull out my dick, every inch of it glistening with her arousal, and I run a finger over my length before sucking it into my mouth.
The intention is to curb the craving, but just like every other one with this girl, she’s too tempting for it to work.
Hendrix turns to face me when I stop her. “Keep your hands and knees on the bed.”
“You said you want me to—”
“Yes. But I never said I didn’t want my mouth sucking your pussy.”
Her eyebrows cinch together in confusion, and the innocence of it has my cock ready to blow a load all over the bed.
Hendrix’s entire body freezes as I lay opposite of her on my back, scooting until my face is dead center with her drenched pussy.
“I…uh…” Her swallow is audible, showcasing her first bout of nerves since she barged into the shower. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I’m not a fucking idiot.
