Page 57 of The Devil's Saint

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember how to spell the word Rome, let alone pronounce it.”

“Saint.” It isn’t a question.

He slams his lips against mine, and I can’t fight it.

His kiss is hot and heavy. Downright pornographic.

Removing his fingers from my pussy, he fumbles with the zipper of his slacks, letting his cock spring free. In one quick motion, my dress is hiked above my hips, my thong torn to pieces. He rubs his pre-cum over the crack of my ass, and I moan into his mouth. My pussy pulses wildly with a desperate need to be fucked. To be filled by him.

A sexy as fuck groan escaped his lips when he rubbed the thick head of his cock against my sex, coating it with my arousal.

Breaking the kiss, I practically beg, “I need you inside me,” trying hard not to sound as desperate as I feel right here, right now, but to hell with it. I ache for him more than I hate him.

Reaching over, he quickly turns the facet to mask our breathy moans, bending me further over the sink. The side of my face squished against the mirror, my hot breath creating a fog on the glass.

In one swift move, he thrusts into me, hard and demanding, fucking me ruthlessly with one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder. My fingers curl around the edge of the sink, holding on for dear life, water splashing on my dress, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of him inside me. Making me feel something good for the first time in weeks.

His heated eyes find mine in the mirror. “Eyes on me when I’m inside you, Angel. Always on me.”

“Oh god,” I pant over and over as my orgasm nears. It’s been too long.

“That’s right, Angel. Pray to your Saint.”

Reaching into my top once again, he frees my breasts while licking his lips as he watches them bounce up and down with each hard thrust.

“Fucking perfect.”

He pinches my nipple, eyebrows creasing with each grunt as he pumps into me hard and fast.

“You’re not going to Rome, Angel. Say yes, Saint, and I might let you come.”

My lips part, but my words become jumbled in my throat when his movements slow.

“FUCKING SAY IT, LEXY!” he grunts, fucking me slow and deep.

“I…I…”

His hand squeezes my throat harder, forcing my head back to look at him.

“Say yes, Saint, I understand. Or I swear to god, I’ll fuck you and spank your ass so hard the entire house will hear you scream.”

I whimper, knowing damn well this isn’t a threat. It’s a promise.

“I…I understand.”

“GOOD. FUCKING. GIRL,” he praises, enunciating each word with a hard thrust at a ferocious pace.

“Holy shit, Saint. I’m…”

It feels so good. So wrong. The emotions stirring inside me become so intense that I have to look away, hanging my head toward the flowing water.

He groans. “I said, eyes on me. I missed the feel of your tight cunt squeezing my cock and seeing the look on your face when you come.”

My eyes swing back to his, his dirty words pushing me over the edge. Unable to hold off any longer. My pussy tenses as euphoria takes over my entire body, my head falling back on his shoulder to curse out my orgasm.

“FUCK, LEXY! If you ever think about leaving me again, I’ll chain you naked in the bunker below the house and fuck you every minute of every day until you prove to me how sorry you are.”

He fists a hand around my hair, placing his other on my shoulder, pounding into me so hard his balls slap my ass with each thrust, making me come again so hard I could pass out.

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