Page 88 of Dirty Saint

She turned in my arms and looked up at me. “I’m glad you brought me here. I love it.”

I kissed the side of her mouth and tightened my arms around her, breathing her in. Her scent was my favorite—a mix of lavender and clean mist. I wasn’t sure if it was her shampoo or soap, but I didn’t care. I loved it.

“This is crazy,” she said.

She looked out at the water, the breeze lifting her long, dark hair and whipping it across her face. I couldn’t look away from her. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and after our night together—being a part of her and being inside her warmth—I felt closer to her than I had to anyone else, which said a lot.

“What is?”

She turned in my arms. “This,” she said, motioning between the two of us. “Me and you. I hated you for so long. It’s just crazy.”

“Crazy is good, though, right?”

Her eyes scanned my face before she smiled. “Crazy is wonderful.”

And then she kissed me. We couldn’t seem to stop kissing and touching each other.

We sat up late talking, watching the stars blink for us, and holding each other against the cool night air. We bundled up inside my sleeping bag and snuggled, our heat keeping each other warm. And once she fell asleep, I stayed up longer, watching the sweet peace dance across her relaxed expression. There was no more denying it. I was falling for Victoria Walsh. Hell, I had been falling for her for most of my life.

WARMTH COVERED ME, SLIDING DOWN my cock and making me groan in my sleep. The feeling moved up my dick, letting cool air wrap around the base of my rod before engulfing me again.

“Fuck,” I hissed, slowly coming to.

I blinked against the sleep to see Tori above me, her head back and her mouth open as she rode me. My fingers ached as I dug them into her hips and helped her work up and down my cock.

“Good morning,” she breathed, grinning down at me.

Fuck. It was the best morning of my life. She was naked from the waist down, but I tugged up her top and sucked a rigid nipple into my mouth. She moaned, capturing my head in her grasp and holding me to her skin.

The side of the sleeping bag was unzipped, allowing her to lean up and place her palms on my chest. The sky was lit above us, but the sun had not risen completely. Still, I didn’t bother to look around to see if we were alone. If we got arrested for indecent exposure, it would be fucking worth the bail money.

“It’s so good, Koah.” She worked her hips, rocking back and forth on top of me in a way I knew was hitting all her favorite spots. “Talk to me,” she begged.

“You like riding my cock, baby?”

She nodded, biting into her lip and speeding up.

“More. Say more.”

My girl liked it when I talked dirty to her.

“You want me to tell you how good your warm pussy feels squeezing my cock?”

She moaned and nodded, her eyes closed in pleasure.

I smacked her ass with my right hand, making her jerk before gripping her ass cheeks and roughly pulling her down onto my cock. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her, but the sleeping bag would prevent that, and as much as people talked about it, I didn’t think wet sex in the sand would feel all that great.

“Again,” she moaned. “Smack my ass again.”

I used both hands, smacking her ass so hard the sound of it echoed in the ocean breeze. She growled, bearing down on me, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever heard in my life. I thrust up into her wet heat, wanting to give it to her harder and faster, and gripped her around the throat, pulling her down into a scorching kiss.

“Fucking dirty girl. You like it rough?” I asked against her mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m such a dirty girl, Koah. So dirty.” Her words were broken and rushed, choked, thanks to my tightening hand around her throat.

She was getting close to coming.

“You’re going to come on my fucking cock like a little slut, aren’t you?”

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