Page 46 of Dirty Saint

“Guess you ain’t getting no pussy tonight,” Joker said, nodding to the brunette passed out on the floor.

A redhead I wasn’t familiar with rode his cock as he shuffled the cards and prepared to deal.

It was nothing for him to get it up. Having sex was as chill as sitting and watching TV as far as he was concerned. It was usual for him to have sex in a room full of people. If they looked, he asked if they wanted to join. It was his way, and we all accepted it.

I couldn’t imagine being that way. I wanted to be an average guy—fucking and getting sucked off—enjoying a wet woman like my boys, but my mind didn’t have it. I wasn’t wired that way, thanks to the sick fuck who got off on young boys.

“I’m good. I got a little something earlier,” I lied.

I played two more hands, winning both before I left the table, wearing everything I had on when I sat down. Poker was my jam.

“You out?” Donny B slurred the question, and instead of answering, I nodded and waved toward them as I left them to go to my room.

I stumbled to my bedroom and burst through the door, slamming it behind me. My belt rattled as I unbuckled it before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in just my boxer briefs, and I kicked them to the side of my room before I collapsed into my bed.

I closed my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, but an arm wrapped around me, and the soft sigh of a woman filled my room. I jumped back, falling over the side of my bed and onto the floor. I had forgotten Tori was passed out in my bed until I stood over her. She had removed her clothes while sleeping and was lying on her side in only her bra and panties.

My eyes trailed her long legs, from her dainty feet, over her curvy calves until I stared between her thighs. The lace of her purple panties tickled her soft flesh, sliding over some and exposing a bit of dark hair when she shifted. My cock roared to life, hardening so fast my head spun.

I continued to look at her body, moving over her hips and slender waist before landing on her lush breasts. Her bra's thin white fabric covered most of her breasts, but her dark nipples could be seen through the material.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I lost my fingers in my hair.

I tugged on the ends as if pulling my hair would knock me out of my horny stupor.

She was fucking amazing—her skin the color of caramel—and smooth. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I wasn’t sure I could handle that.

She rolled onto her back and opened her thighs to lift her right knee. My brain exploded as I took in a scrap of purple material nestled between her thighs. It had moved even more, and I could see a bit of her succulent pink pussy.

I was known to have a sweet tooth. At least that was what the guys said since they believed I enjoyed eating pussy. It was my way of getting a woman off since I couldn’t use my cock. It was also my way of pretending to be an average dude. The truth was, I never enjoyed it, but looking down at Tori and her sweet pussy, my mouth watered for her. I had tasted a bit of her before, but my hunger for more was intense.

It had never been that way with any other woman, but Victoria was beautiful. Everything about her—every dip—every curve. I wanted to devour her—run my fucking tongue across her supple flesh. I wanted to lick her slit—taste her liquid sugar—swallow her cum when she exploded in my mouth.

I was drunk. I knew that. Especially when the anxiety I usually felt when my dick got hard stayed away. I reached down, palming my cock through my boxers, and my body trembled. I rarely jerked off. Unlike most men, I could count the number of times I had done it on one hand. Jerking off a limp dick was pointless. I was hard as stone this time, though, and I couldn’t stop myself. I peeled the waistband of my boxers away from my stomach and slid my hand inside them.

My breath rushed from my lungs with a long sigh when I wrapped my fingers around my rigid length. Stroking my cock, I stared down at Tori, imagining her waking up, grinning at me, and replacing my hand with her mouth. Once the sensation intensified, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the feel of masturbating in a way I never had before.

The harder and faster I stroked myself, the more I realized my boxers were in the way. I pushed them down with my free hand, freeing myself completely as they fell past my knees to my ankles. I moaned, and my cock grew harder.

My hand felt amazing until it didn’t anymore. I looked down and jerked when my hand was pulled from my dick. Victoria kneeled before me, and our eyes clashed as she slowly took me into her mouth. I couldn’t figure out if it were real or my imagination, but I didn’t fucking care because nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt as incredible as her mouth wrapped around my cock.

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Tori

Iadjustedmyself,feelingmore comfortable than I had in the past ten years. I danced along the edges of sleep as my body molded into the softest mattress I had ever slept on. Surely, I was dreaming of being in some luxurious place because my bed had more springs than fluff.

The bed was warm and smelled like fresh sheets and something spicy. I breathed in deeply, smiling to myself. Then a deep moan sounded, jarring me. My eyes flew open, taking in the room. The area around me wasn’t familiar. The brown paneling walls made me feel like I was in a dark cave. There was a single lamp in the corner of the room, shining just enough light for me to see the posters of motorcycles and half-naked women on the walls.

The place was clean; things were organized neatly on shelves, so even the book bindings were lined up perfectly. I blinked, taking in the nightstand next to the bed and a framed picture of a young boy smiling back at me who looked familiar.

I scanned the room once more until my eyes landed on Koah. He stood by the edge of the bed, close to my feet. His head was lying back, facing the ceiling, but his eyes were clenched closed. My breath rushed from my body as my vision cleared, and his entire frame became focused.

His teeth were plunged into his bottom lip, and the tendons in his thick neck were strained and popping. My eyes dropped to his naked chest, gliding across his colorful tattoos and nipple piercings before his carved six-pack and V-shaped muscles.

And then …

I gasped at seeing him naked before me. Koah didn’t know I watched as he stroked himself—up and down—his thumb running over the tip. The bicep muscle in his right arm flexed and trembled with each smooth pull on his length. He was large and hard, his long fingers wrapped around his shaft as he squeezed himself so tightly it looked painful.

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