Page 84 of Vicious Saint
A.K.A. one of the many outrageously sized and priced rooms all wedding guests will be staying in.
“Lance.” He bites my bottom lip. “Lance Bates.”
The absence of light has us stumbling into the bedroom, barely managing to shut the door before falling onto the bed. He settles over me, hand riding up the high slit of my dress, leaving me to wrap my leg around his waist to bring him closer.
His dick is hard and ready as it nudges my pussy.
The fact that I can feel the length of him through his slacks and my underwear tells me all I need to know about whatLance Bateshere is working with.
Not only is the guy packing, he’s super fucking hot, in college, and apparently some distant relative of the Lavells. A nobody to the family. Which is exactly what I need to take my mind off this prison sentence.
“Where do you go to school?” Lance sparks up chit chat while trailing his lips down my neck.
I am more than hot and bothered. In fact, I’m lighting up like a goddamn Christmas tree when he tugs the strap of my dress down my shoulder, sucking the cleavage of my breast into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Some bullshit school in Chelsea. Who cares.”
Lance chuckles, then takes the hint and shuts his mouth.
At least until it returns to mine.
Our teeth clash and tongues mingle, both working together to find a rhythm. He tastes delicious, like mint and smoke.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He journeys his way down, nipping and sucking on my jaw, neck, and collar. I cry out when he snakes a hand between us, cupping me through my underwear.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He pinches the sensitive area, pulling a desperate moan out of me.
“Can I taste your pussy?”
Aw, a gentleman.
“Uhm. Yes.” I nod with all my might.
Lance stands and reaches over, touching the lamp on the side of the bed to turn it on, producing a subtle yellow hue.
With a hungry grin plastered on his face, he drops to his knees, parting my legs.
I tense a bit when he takes in my shapewear panties but relax once I notice his crazed eyes as he slides them down.
“Here.” I reach down to assist, but Lance shakes his head.
“Oh, no. I’m more than willing to do this.”
He gently pushes me back to lay on the bed.
I suck in a deep breath, allowing him, and myself, to bask in the moment.
“Want me to remove my heels?”
Lance snorts out a husky chuckle. “Absolutely not.”
Yeah…I guess that makes sense.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters when I’m relieved fully of my underwear. “You are…just fuck. So fucking beautiful.”
The sweetness in his words is definitely something most girls love to hear, but right now all this one wants to hear are the wet sounds of his mouth on my pussy.
In fact, I’m writhing on the bed just thinking about it.
