Page 82 of Dirty Saint

He pulled back, running a finger over my hard nipple. “No. I want to fuck you with this little cock tease skirt still on.”

Then he reached behind his back and pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes fell to his naked chest, moving over the dips of his muscles and the thick lines of the ink that covered his tan skin.

I rested my hands on his shoulders before dragging my fingers down his chest, his heated skin tingling my fingertips. He was magnificent.

“Fuck this,” he growled, picking me up and starting toward my bedroom door.

I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my naked pussy against his stomach, needing relief in any form.

Once we entered the room, he tossed me on my bed, closed my bedroom door, and began to unzip his pants. The entire time, his eyes never left me.

“Lie back and play with your fucking tits.”

I blushed but did as he asked, plucking at my nipples and loving having him watch me. I didn’t hate the woman Koah turned me into. She was daring, brave, and wild without thinking of consequences. Who I was when I was in the bedroom with him was the opposite of who I was daily.

“Open your legs. Let me see my pussy.”

His demands made me so hot. I was used to being in control of all aspects of my life, so letting go and trusting Koah to give me what I needed felt good.

My eyes dropped to his cock when his pants fell down his thighs, and I licked my lips, wanting to taste him again.

“Fuck, baby. You and that mouth. You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

I nodded, biting my lip and waiting for him to come over and fuck my mouth.

He chuckled, the sound deep and sexy, as he shook his head. “Not this time. When I come tonight, it’s going to be inside your hot little cunt.”

I moaned, loving his filthy mouth. Reaching down, I ran my finger over my engorged clit and groaned at the sensation. I was so turned on it was starting to hurt.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he growled.

He moved to the side of the bed, running his fingers over my stomach and up to my collarbone, before he grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into another blazing kiss. His tongue moved with mine, tickling and pulling sounds of desperation out of me.

He slid on top of me, fitting his hips between my thighs and pressing his stiff cock into my soaked slit. I broke the kiss, needing to breathe.

“Feels so good,” I said, digging my fingers into his ass cheeks and pulling him into me.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked, baby.” He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of rubbing his cock between my pussy lips.

“Wet for you. Please, put it in,” I begged.

He locked eyes with me as he reached down and lined his cock up to my opening.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes scanning my expression to be sure I was okay.

I nodded. “Yes. Are you?”

We had both been abused and our bodies taken against our will, yet somehow, the two of us coming together in such a way was therapeutic. We allowed the other to enter territory that had long been abandoned and closed off. I was allowing him into my body, and I somehow knew Koah was letting me inside him in a way no other woman was allowed—in his mind—in his heart. It was beautiful.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. It’s you, Tori. It’s always been you.”

Then he kissed me slowly, pushing his body into my heat at the same time. I gasped, loving the feel of him rubbing against my ache.

“Fuck,” he spat, the muscle in his cheek popping as he ground his teeth together and pressed his forehead to mine. “You feel like heaven. So wet and warm. So tight around my dick.”

He pulled out and pushed back into me, his eyes closing as if he had never felt anything so decadent in all his life.

Cupping his cheek, I leaned up and kissed him, pulling him closer to my body and making him go deeper. He kissed me back, working his hips slowly, allowing me to feel all of him, in and out, until I found myself lifting my hips and meeting his thrusts for more. It was slow and steady until I felt like it wasn’t enough.

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