Page 255 of Vicious Saint
Before I give the claws a chance to out me, I spin Hendrix until her back hits my chest. “You got yourself a deal, Jimi.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes doing that smiling thing I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of. “Then yes, you caveman, Iwillbe yours.”
“Damn fuckin’ right you will. Call it an act of service for humanity.”
“Humanity?”
“You know…humanity. Humans. Specifically the ones who might try torizzyou up.”
“How the hell am I supposed to put up with such an idiot?”
Using Hendrix’s hand to squeeze my junk, I hit her back with, “That’s what the good dick is for.”
“Pig.”
“Oink-oink.” I snort into her ear.
This time when I spin Hendrix, I land her back against the tree, picking up one of her legs to settle between them.
“Now where were we? Hm?”
“Hmmmm…” Hendrix bats her lashes, sneaking a hand to unbutton my jeans. “Coming up pretty empty.”
Consider the foreplay suspended due to a painfully hard dick.
“Oh. There’ll benothingempty about when you come, Jimi.”
With that, I smash our lips together, biting her bottom one open to force myself inside to claim what’s mine.
Hendrix keeps up with my tongue as it whirls around hers, throwing in a nasty bite of her own as she pulls down my zipper.
“I want you, Letterman,” she says in a drunk, breathy tone. “Right now.”
“You really think you’d be leaving here without my cock inside you first?”
Hence the jacket I put on her that’s about to get torn to shreds.
Lowering my jeans just enough to adjust my briefs, I pull out my cock, and Hendrix does the honors of swiping her hand over her pussy before lubricating it.
It’s cold out, but my little Jimi Hendrix is still nice, warm, and wet for me.
Our lips crush together, and we stay this way, not kissing, just breathing each other in as she strokes me.
“Motherf—” I hiss, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as her thumb finds my crown, pressing it like a motherfucking eject button.
She brings the finger to her mouth, and I watch in a craze as her tongue darts out for a taste. “Mhmmmm…” Hendrix moans, looking deadshot at me. “Precoming already for me, Letterman?”
The ability to speak has become a foreign concept, and the only response my needy ass is capable of is squeezing my cock.
Hendrix sucks her finger, the satisfied glint in her eyes making it obvious she knows what she’s doing to me.
I swear to fucking hell I’ve never been one who finishes quick, but this girl, man, makes every part of me desperate to be near, on, or inside her.
And none of us care enough about my ego to wait any longer.
When I kiss Hendrix this time, it’s with pure ownership in the form of rough, greedy swirls of my tongue. Ones that don’t even allow her to come up for air until I’m sucking the entirety of her bottom lip, biting and pulling so she can exhale a cry.
I make sure to scratch my nails along her leg when I wrap it around my waist, keeping her distracted by the pain as I position my cock and drive inside her warm, wet pussy.
