Page 78 of Dirty Saint

I grinned, feeling as if I was splitting in two. “What do you want?”

“Do you trust me, Koah?” she asked, copying my words from the night in my bathroom.

Did I trust Tori?

Yes.

She hadn’t done anything to harm me. Even though her father had torn me in two, she had nothing to do with that. Hell, she didn’t even know about it until recently. But something in my heart told me Tori would have fought alongside me if she had found out. She would have raged against her father in my defense.

So yes, I trusted her.

“Yes,” I answered easily, making her eyes widen. “Now tell me what you want.”

She ran a single finger up my chest, looking up at me from beneath her lashes with a grin—a fucking professional at making me weak.

“How did you say it? ‘I can’t talk to a Border Lord if my mouth is full.’” She pushed her small hands over my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. “I saw you over there with blondie, and I didn’t like it. I think it’s time to fill your mouth.”

My heart drilled inside my chest at her words, her jealousy sparking something fiery in my chest.

“On your knees,Saint.” She pressed down on my shoulders, and I let her.

Goddamn, she was hot—stealing my control and taking what she wanted.

I kneeled before her, ready for whatever she was going to give me, and my cock throbbed in my jeans when she lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, freshly shaved pussy and no panties.

“Fuck,” I whispered, breathing in her arousal. “Did you shave this for me?”

She set her right foot on my shoulder, the action opening her sweet cunt. Her swollen clit begged me to suck it. “No. I shaved it for me.” She pushed on the back of my head, directing my mouth toward her glistening pussy. “Now, shut up and lick me.”

Fuck.

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Tori

Ididn’tlikeshowingskin. I had almost had Sadie take me home many times throughout the night. I knew what had possessed me to put on the short skirt with no panties and the crop top, but I seemed to lose the bravery I had when I dressed the second I got out of Sadie’s car.

Eyes were on me, sliding over my flesh and giving me anxiety. I didn’t like it. One of my favorite things about being at The Strip was that I didn’t feel anxious. Not even after the shooting, which had been my fault. Wearing revealing clothes made me feel too exposed. The women at The Strip all dressed like I was, but my past kept me from feeling free with my body.

However, once I saw the look in Koah’s eyes when he looked at me for the first time, my power seemed to return. It didn’t matter what everyone around me was doing—whether they were looking at me or not. All that mattered was the possessive need in Koah’s gaze when his eyes moved down my body.

I stretched for him, knowing my top and skirt inched higher and teased him. I skimmed my palms over my waist and thighs, directing his attention to the places I wanted it, and when he finally broke and stalked in my direction, I knew I had won.

I wouldn’t give in to him the way I had before. I had promised myself I would pull back, and I would, but he owed me, and I was there to collect.

Once we disappeared behind the broken building, I released my pent-up need on him. And when he willingly went to his knees for me, my power grew, making me feel stronger than I had my entire life.

He lifted my foot, draped my leg over his shoulder, grinned, and buried his face in my pussy. I fell against the brick wall and breathed at the pleasure that shot through me. I lost my fingers in his hair, holding his head to my body as I ground my clit against his tongue.

He sucked my throbbing nub and growled into my flesh, sending a wave of sensation through my core. Koah Saint was good at many things, but his mouth and the things he could do with it blew my mind. I wanted to keep control of the situation—tell him what to do and make him please me the way he had done in the bathroom the last time we were together, but the more he tongue fucked me, the weaker I became.

“Like that,” I whimpered, on the edge of begging him to make me come.

When he pushed two thick fingers into me, my knees grew weak, and the jagged brick wall was the only thing holding me up. I tried to stay quiet, knowing the crowd was just on the other side of the building, but the longer he ate my pussy, the less I cared. Someone could catch us any second, and I wouldn’t have let him stop.

My body climbed as he teased a sensitive spot inside with his fingers and did magic tricks on my clit, and when I felt my orgasm about to crest, I shoved my fingers in his hair and held his mouth to my body.

I came hard and loud, shaking against him like I was being electrocuted. Removing his fingers, he dug his fingertips into my ass cheeks as he pressed my pussy to his mouth with both hands. He shook his head back and forth violently as he went mad against my clit until it became too much to bear.

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