Page 274 of Vicious Saint
Not about to start an argument we both know Saint will lose, I choose to keep the rebuttal to myself, and instead, get my way with a game I know he can’t refuse to play.
With eager fingers, I unclasp his jeans, wasting no time shimmying them down until his long, thick cock springs out.
Dicks were never something I deemed sexy without being pleasured by one, but Saint’s? Fuck. I can get myself off just watching him stroke himself.
The length, veins, girth, smoothness of the tip.
All the components needed to mold any girl’s fantasy dildo.
With zero fucks to give about being sanitary, I spit saliva on my palm, and Saint watches with something dark and carnal as my hand wraps around him.
“Look at me,” I demand, and only when his eyes are boring into mine do my fingers tighten.
“Fuck,” Saint hisses as I slowly glide up and down his shaft. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“What if I told you whatever you want?”
“Whatever?”
“However, andwherever…” I pick up the pace, and Saint throws his head back.
“Fuuuuuckkkkk…you’re an evil little temptress, Jimi.”
“So, is that a yes?”
Blue, dangerous hooded eyes meet mine. “What’s the catch?”
With my hand around his cock still pumping, I use my free one to trail a lazy finger down my exposed chest. Then point an eyebrow to drive the intention home.
“No way,” Saint grits out, sounding physically pained. “I’ll end up killing every motherfucker who looks at you.”
“Wherever,” I croon, then slide my tongue over my upper lip. “Mouth…pussy.” Straightening my back, I keep my lips a breath from Saint’s, guiding his hand behind me to slap my ass.
A low growl escapes him. “You’re lookin’ to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Of course not, baby.”
I’m looking to win.
The wheels start turning in Saint’s head, with clear signs of a struggle, but when I use my thumb to massage hisotherone, I know it’s game over.
“Shit…” He squeezes his eyelids shut, jaw clenching a few times before gritting out, “Fine, fucking fine. But if people start getting electrocuted, you have only your tits to blame.”
“Good boy.” I wink. “Now tell me where you want me.”
A slow, smug grin spreads Saint’s lips before he yanks me off the table. His cock bobs mere inches from my abdomen, and when I zero in I spot a bead of precum leaking from his tip.
My adrenaline spikes with anticipation, the throbbing between my legs turning to aches as I envision all the filthy things he may do to me.
When I catch Saint’s eye again, I find all deliberation has been wiped from his face. “On your knees…baby.” The term of endearment comes out as a marking of his word.
A promise he’s about to take me for everything I have to offer.
Well, bring. It. On. Letterman.
The next thing I know Saint’s got two hands on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in one harsh movement. A sting shoots up and down my legs, adding a sharp twist to the ache growing between them. The mixed sensations are so delicious a hum creeps up and out from my throat.
“You saidhowever...” Saint reminds me with a squeeze to my chin. “Sure you meant it?”
