Page 24 of Seal My Fate

Saint growls. “That mouth of yours is going to be the death of me. I knew it the minute you talked back in class,” he adds, as I slowly swirl my tongue over the pad of his fingertip. “You were giving me a piece of your mind, and all I could think about was how beautiful you’d look on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

I moan, already light-headed and panting. God, he always knows just what to say. How to tease and provoke me, to spark that fire of lust inside.

“And this body of yours…” Saint lets the towel drop, and stands back, eyes roaming over me. “One day I’m going to tie you down and come over every inch of you. Spend the day making you scream with pleasure, and jacking off over your perfect tits, until you’re painted in my cum. Marked asmine.”

I gasp, blood rushing to my cheeks, and lower. He says it so casually, like he’s suggesting a weekday pastime, but oh, his words make me blush and tremble, just picturing it.

Tied down. At his mercy. Begging him for more…

I sound a whimper, and Saint chuckles, lifting his eyes to my face again. “You love it, don’t you,” he says with wonder. “The parties, the clubs. Pushing the limits…” He traces over the curve of my neck, and I gasp. “Discovering just what kind of pleasure is possible.”

He dips a kiss in the hollow of my throat as his hand strokes lower, curling around the curve of my breast, making my knees weak as he softly circles my aching nipple. “… Learning how far you’ll go for that rush of release.”

“Yes,” I cry, my voice twisting with need.

Saint’s grip tightens in response, and I moan at the exquisite pressure, the pinch of tender skin.

“I love itwith you,” I add, locking eyes with him. “All of it, it’syou, Saint. You’re the one who’s shown me everything. You unlocked this part of me, I only ever dreamed about before. It’s only you.”

Lust flashes in his eyes, and then he’s on me: kissing me furiously, lifting me from my feet and spinning me around, setting me in front of the vanity with my palms on the cool marble and my legs spread, bent at the waist.

“Fuck, look at you, baby,” he groans, eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He runs his hands over my breasts, and I shudder, watching his hands cover me; tease me; toy with my nipples until I’m moaning. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect,” he growls, then strips. I start to turn, eager to help him shed his clothes, but he captures my hands again, keeping them pinned in place. “No, darling. Stay right there. Don’t move an inch.”

I don’t. I stay spread and naked for him, trembling with anticipation; watching his reflection as he discards his clothes behind me. His body is chiseled as marble in the dim light; his cock springing free, thick and hard.

Mine.

I clench from the memory of him thrusting deep inside me. My body already knows, there’s no sweeter prize. “One of these days, I’m going to tieyoudown,” I tell him breathlessly. “Keep you for my pleasure, riding you over and over again until you beg for mercy.”

“Fuck, darling, be my guest.” Saint locks eyes with me in the mirror again. “I’d die a happy man buried in your sweet cunt.”

And then he slides his hands over my hips, notches his cock against my core, and slowly,fuck, so slowly, sinks inside.

Oh….

Our sighs of pleasure mingle, echoing in the bathroom as he thrusts deeper, deeper, pushing me down over the vanity until I’m bent double, impaled on his cock all the way to the hilt.

Fuck.

I’m gasping, stretched wide and shaking for him, and I can hear Saint’s low curse of pleasure. “Christ, darling…” he sinks a hand into my hair, slowly pulling my head up so I’m staring into the mirror again. “Look at yourself,” he growls, holding me there in place. Not moving. Filling me so perfectly, like I was made to take him. Made to be fucked.

“Look what a good girl you are, taking my cock.”

I shudder, thrilled by the lewd, filthy sight of us: Saint positioned there behind me, hand wrapped in my hair like a tether as I’m bent double, gasping from the thick, delicious stretch of his cock.

And I can see it in my face, God, I can see the raw, animal need taking me over, how I’m panting, flushed, already grinding back against him, greedily searching for that extra inch.

I look filthy. Debauched. Debased.

I lookfree.

And then Saint draws back his hips, and thrusts. Deep. Deeper.Fuck.

I howl in pleasure, my whole body jolting into the vanity with the force of his thrusts. “Yes!” I scream, as he buries himself to the hilt again. “Yes, Saint,oh!”

He scoops an arm around me, lifting my torso back against his chest. “You need it deep, don’t you, darling?” He grinds up into me at a new angle, making me wail. “You need this dick so deep, you’ll feel me for days. Walking the streets, thinking about the way I fuck you. Sipping your coffee, getting wet with the memories. You’ll have to go excuse yourself from that important meeting, won’t you?” he growls, moving his wicked fingers between my thighs, strumming my clit in time with every thick, grinding stroke. “Can’t keep your hands off this pussy, not when it needs my touch. You’ll hide in your office and get yourself off with a pillow over your face, trying not to make a sound. But they’ll hear you, anyway. They’ll all know. You can’t help but scream for mercy when you remember what my cock can do.”

Fuck.

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