Page 63 of No Saint

I freeze.

His hand continues to move in those slow strokes while his eyes drop down my body, taking in the thin long-sleeved shirt that stretches over my breasts and reveals my hardened nipples, down to the little shorts I was wearing. The look sears me to the bone and that ache pulses harder, more demanding between my thighs.

“Amelia,” he growls out my name, his voice roughened with pleasure and breathlessness, “Amelia.”

I wasn’t proud of the little whimper I let out in that moment. At the very obvious way I press my thighs together and squirm if just to add a little bit of pressure to my clit. I was so fucking turned on I was worried just the sight of him right now would set me off.

His mouth cocks up in the corner with a knowing smirk. I should leave. I should feel embarrassed that I was very clearly ogling the man while heservicedhimself in the shower, yet I don’t, if anything, I want to touch myself. I want to watch him fuck himself while I soothe the ache between my legs.

“You can,” He rasps, turning more as if to show me more of him. “Touch yourself, Amelia.”

A breathless sound escapes my lips and I lift my hand, sliding it across the soft mound of my belly to where my shorts sit at my hips. He tracks the move like a predator seeking his prey, his lip caught between his teeth.

“That’s it,” he praises when my hand dips beneath the band and the first swipe of my fingers against the sensitive bud makes my legs shake. I reach out to steady myself with my free hand, dropping the baby monitor to the side, and lift my eyes back to him.

“Fuck yourself,” he orders softly, “Fuck yourself watching me. Imagine all the things I want to do to you, how I want to make you scream. You’ll scream, won’t you,leonessa.”

I circle my clit with the tips of my fingers, already feeling myself tightening, priming for a climax.

“You dirty fucking girl,” he growls, “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Already.”

He jerks his cock harshly before he lets it go and slams his hand down on the shower button, switching off the water. And then the powerhouse of a man, skin radiating heat from the shower and eyes darkened with lust is coming for me.

“Tell me I can.” He asks, “I need to hear your yes.”

He crowds me against the vanity unit, the mirror at my back.

His wet, hard cock presses into my lower stomach, trapping my hand between us and still against my pussy. A sweat has broken out across my skin, sticking the material of my clothes to my body and I could feel the wetness of my arousal seeping down my inner thighs.

“Yes.”

He groans as he drops his face to my neck, pressing in harder. “Fuck, Amelia. Fuck.”

“I just…” My words trail off as his teeth sink into my neck, not hard, enough to feel a bite on my skin that sends an embarrassing amount of wetness to my pussy, soaking my fingers still pressed, unmoving against my clit.

He rolls his hips, pressing his dick into me more as his hands slide up my waist and cup both breasts, rolling the nipples beneath his thumbs.

I cry out.

I was soaked from his skin, his hair dripping on me but I neededmore.I pull my hand out of my shorts and brush my fingers on the underside of his huge cock, feeling it jerk against me.

“Dio,”He rasps, “Cazzo,Amelia.”

He suddenly takes my mouth, forcing his tongue past my lips and pushing me back until I have no choice but to jerk my arms up and back to steady myself. He grips my face in his big hands, holding me, tilting my face so he can get in deeper, harder. Teeth and tongue, biting and licking.

He growls his approval and when he jerks away, I’m left breathless, reaching for him.

His hands tug at the band of my shorts, lifting my ass up until –riiiippppp– he tears the material with his bare hands, right down the middle, exposing me and my naked flesh.

I can’t utter a single word as his arms hook beneath my thighs and he bends, burying his face into my pussy.

My arms give out, I slam back against the mirror while he lashes at me with his tongue, punching it, once, twice, into the entrance before sliding the flat edge of it all the way up to the apex and sucking my clit into his mouth.

My fingers curl into his hair, nails biting his scalp.

I was too tight, too close that when he swirls his tongue, holding me so tightly to his face, I can’t stop the orgasm thatdevastatesme.

I grip his hair painfully, rolling my hips as I ride the wave of my climax, grinding against his face as he continues and one orgasm rolls into two, him drawing from me, drinking each one.

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