Page 98 of Bad Saint

His eyes widen before he gently brushes the hair from my cheeks. “Not here,” he says, which leaves me speechless.

“You don’t want to?” I can’t help but feel a little rejected.

“Of course, I do.” He grabs my hand and places it over the front of his shorts. The evidence doesn’t lie. So what’s the problem? “Just not here. Not now.”

This is hardly the place where I’d choose to lose my virginity, but with Saint pressed to me, it feels perfect. “If what you said is true and Popov is coming, then I don’t want my first time to be with someone like him. I want it to be with you,” I confess shyly, stroking over his hard-on.

His eyes flutter, but he eventually shifts from my grip. “I’ll get you off this island. I promise.”

But I want him. Now. “But—”

He swoops forward, stealing the air from my lungs. “No more talking.”

Openly kissing him has my mind turning to mush, so this will do—for now.

We kiss madly, unable to stop touching one another, and it feels so good. My sex pulses with every touch, and Saint knows it. I’ve never wanted to come more than I do right now. I am on the cusp of begging, but the air is ripped from my lungs when Saint flips us over so I’m straddling him. I have no idea what he wants me to do until he drags me up his body and coaxes me onto his face.

I try to resist, horrified, but I don’t stand a chance when he positions me so my knees are on either side of his head. He anchors my hips so I’m slanted at an angle where he can latch onto my sex and drive his tongue into me.

I scream, instantly rolling my hips and working in sync with his mouth. He cups my waist while I lean backward, resting my hands against his hard abs. He begins to eat me out slowly, arching his neck and burying himself between my heat. Being suspended above him this way gives me the perfect bird’s-eye view of him pleasuring me to the brink of ecstasy.

He doesn’t rush. He pays attention to every inch of me, suckling and licking. His fingers dig into my hips as I unhurriedly arch into him. Being positioned this way is beyond intimate because our eyes are locked. We watch one another, and I know he’s opted to devour me this way because I’m in control.

I control the depth, the rhythm. He’s handed over the reins. And for a control freak, I can only imagine how difficult that must be. The thought has me moving faster.

He hums around my sex, the vibrations rocking me deeply, and I groan, bowing backward, running my hands over his stomach. He flicks his tongue over my clit before sucking gently. I see stars and increase the tempo, ensuring not to go too fast because I don’t want to hurt him. But Saint’s grip on my hips tightens, and he coaxes me to move faster.

I am powerless and surrender.

He eats me out while I ride his face, screaming in wanton desire. A surge whips through me, and I arch back, bucking forward. Anchoring one hand on his washboard abs, I snare his hair with the other and coerce his mouth to work faster, his tongue deeper, and he happily obliges.

All reservations are long gone as I chase my release. And when Saint bites my clit and slaps my ass hard, I come with a thunderous cry. My body undulates, and I ride the wave because nothing has ever felt this good.

Saint continues to suckle me, my arousal coating his face. The aftershocks rock me for minutes, but when I finally come back down, another hunger burns. I watch as he wipes his lips deliberately before sucking his fingers, licking my arousal clean.

The sight sucker-punches me, and I slide down his body, frantically pulling down his shorts.

When his enormous cock springs to life, I gasp. I’m suddenly afraid I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, figuratively speaking. He is impossibly masculine with soft dark curls highlighting his straight, thick, deliciously plump cock.

“You don’t have to,” he hoarsely says, peering down at me. But that’s not the issue. I don’t know where to start.

“Tell me what you like.” I bite my lip nervously.

He groans and cups my flushed cheeks. “Just go slow. It’s been a while.”

I nod, understanding what he means. Yes, he had sex with some random woman, but this is different. This is more personal in some ways as he’s allowing me control. And for someone who wouldn’t allow me to touch him just days ago, this is a big step.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He lifts his hips so I’m able to remove his shorts. Completely naked out here in the wilderness feels nothing but natural. I sit back on my heels, examining him from head to toe. From the rise of his chest to his well-defined abs, he is a true vision.

When my attention lands between his legs, I’m unable to conceal my hunger. And neither can Saint.

“Fuck,” he hisses, tipping his chin upward.

His desire has me reaching out and gripping his cock gently. It twitches in my hand. We both need more.

I begin to stroke his shaft, the heat from his skin almost burning me alive, but I like it, and I increase the tempo. He is so thick; it takes me a while to find my groove, but when he reaches down and places his hand over mine, encouraging me to squeeze him harder, I’m quick to catch up to speed.

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