Page 257 of Vicious Saint
I grin, switching to kissing lines up her neck. “Could say the same about you, baby.”
“My God…” She moans in half pleasure, half annoyance, but still pulls me closer. “Even during sex you make terrible jokes.”
Through heaving chests, we manage to laugh, but things take a serious turn when Hendrix’s breaths become erratic and she’s mumbling lust filled words.
“Atta girl…keep taking this cock. Strangle it.”
“Almost…there.” She moans through a bite of her lip. “So…close.”
“Fuck.” I look down to where I’m slamming into her, nostrils flaring. “I’m gonna drown your pussy with my cum.”
Hendrix gasps…but only half from arousal.
“Shit. Wait.” She presses a hand against my chest, but she’s as delusional as I am on a bad day if she thinks I’m stopping at the best part.
With short, fast strokes in and out of her, I grit out, “Not happening.”
“I forgot to fill my damn birth control, Saint.”
I yank her face to mine. “Then it looks like you’ll be having my fucking baby, Jimi.”
Me having a kid?
Straight up insane in the Saint Lavell membrane.
I learned enough about my sickness to know where, orwho, it most likely came from.
Some kids get eyes from their mother. Hair. Fucking nose.
Me? I got her history of mental illness.
A truth my dad felt bad about and didn’t tell me until I was too far gone into blaming myself.
The idea of passing my monster down the line to a kid was never an option. Which is why the words flying from my mouth so easily have me fucking flabbergasted.
Not enough to stop me from taking this home, though.
“Have you lost your—” Hendrix argues, but it dies with my predatory growl. I completely lose it as I flush her to the tree, slamming my hips upwards. My free hand snakes to her clit and rubs with no mercy, leaving Hendrix without will as she breaks apart for me.
Sweat builds at my neck where her fingers are clenching, and my insides burn with need for release as I continue devouring her like a savage.
Wild, messy, irate blows from my cock have my Letterman not only scratching, but shredding against the tree, and Hendrix’s bun coming half done in a mess on the side of her head.
Looking so. Fucking. Beautiful. Even when she shouldn’t be.
With spasming legs, her orgasm spills all over my cock, the warmth and wetness making it a lot easier to drive in and out faster.
“Ah! Saint!” Hendrix screams, and I’m over giving a shit if the cops hear. She’s got me crazy enough to kill, anyway.
Goddamn. Hearing my name flying helplessly past her lips like this is the sweetest, most addicting form of ecstasy. So much, I’d rip the ears off every motherfucker just to set it as my ringtone.
“Say my name again, baby. I love it.”
“Saint…”
I rear back, then surge deep inside Hendrix, grumbling, “Fucking. Again.”
“Saint…” She breathes, and this new, submissive nature of her voice fuels a raging fire inside me.
