Page 73 of Dirty Saint

“I need more.” My voice came out weak and breathless.

My mind went back to the time I sucked him off in his bedroom, and my mouth watered.

“Let me taste you again.”

Reaching into his jeans, I shoved my hand past the waistband of his boxer briefs and grabbed his length. He was hot and hard, pulsing in my grasp as I slid it up and down.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine and allowing me to jerk him off.

He was smooth against my palm, the rippled veins down his shaft like braille against my fingertips, begging me for more. His breath sawed in and out, broken moans spilling from his lips that made my clit throb.

“You make it hard to stay mad at you,” he whispered, his heated words rushing across my lips and nose.

Just as I got into a good rhythm, he pulled back, tugging my hand out of his pants. I slid off the counter to move toward him, and as soon as I did, he settled a large hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees before him. His fingers worked the button and zipper on his jeans before he pulled his cock out and jerked it. I swallowed hard and licked my lips.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Doyoutrust me?” I threw his question back at him.

His light eyes trailed over my expression. “I don’t trust them.”

Confused, I tilted my head. “Them?”

“Yeah. Them. Any man who comes near you.”

Something fluttered in my stomach, and my cheeks grew warm.

“Now answer me. Do you trust me?” he asked again.

His question pinged around my brain, pausing at dark memories and asking for permission to give him my trust. Then I thought about what he had been through—all the darkness he endured—and something in my gut told me I could trust Koah. He wouldn’t physically hurt me. It would be hard, but it was time I started to let people in.

I nodded. “I think so.”

“Good.” He moved closer, the glistening tip of his cock inches from my mouth. “Because you pissed me off tonight, Tori,” he said as he tugged at his length.

“I know,” I agreed, looking up at him.

“I shouldn’t let you suck my cock, but …”

He paused, and I waited with bated breath for him to finish his sentence so I could taste him. He didn’t finish. Instead, he closed his eyes as he jerked himself in my face.

“But what?” I asked.

I watched him pleasure himself, his balls bouncing up and down in my face and the thick ridge on the bottom of his shaft throbbing.

“But you can’t talk to a fucking Border Lord if your mouth is full. Open.”

He rubbed the tip of his dick against my lips, coating them in his creamy precum, and I licked it off when he pulled back, his flavor exploding across my tongue. He groaned.

“That’s fucking hot,” he said, delving his fingers into my hair as I swallowed him, taking him as deep as possible.

His hips jerked, and his cock pulsed against my tongue. He glared down at me, his control hanging on by a thread. I might have been the one on my knees, but somehow, I knew I had all the power. I smacked his hand away from his cock and replaced it with mine as I deep-throated him again. He moaned, his breath growing louder with each tug of my mouth. I sucked him off, stopping now and again to lick him from sack to tip. He kept his eyes on me the entire time, watching in awe as I worked him over.

He pushed on the back of my head a few times, forcing me to take him deeper and making me gag. My eyes watered, but I kept going, allowing him to fuck my mouth the way he wanted. He seemed to like that, but I pulled back and paused to look at him—to enjoy having him in the palm of my hand. A rope of spit clung to my bottom lip and the tip of his cock, hanging between my flesh and his. Seeing the mess around my mouth, he went into beast mode.

He wrapped one hand around my throat while his other dove into my hair, tugging so hard my scalp stung.

“Did I say you could stop?” he snarled, taking control and sending a wave of arousal with a touch of anxiety through my core.

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