Page 102 of Broken Saint
“Needy little thing, aren’t you, Bombshell?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Anything.”
With a brief look at the door beside us, I drop to my knees and set to work pushing the fitted fabric of her skirt up her thighs and over her hips.
“Pretty,” I muse, finding a pair of lace panties in the same Saints color as her dress.
“Colt,” she breathes impatiently as I tuck my fingers beneath the delicate fabric and drag them down her legs. “W-we c-can’t do this here,” she tries to argue. But the second she reaches to stop me, I gently slap her hands away.
“Let them catch us. I couldn’t give a fuck if the entire world sees me down here worshipping you.”
“Oh my god.”
“Lift,” I demand when the fabric falls to her ankles.
She hesitates, but the second our eyes collide, she does as she’s told.
“Good girl,” I praise when she lifts her sexy shoe from the floor, quickly followed by the other so I can remove her panties.
Her eyes widen and her chin drops when I lift them.
The second her scent fills my nose, my mouth waters.
“Fucking hell, I missed you,” I growl before hooking her leg over my shoulder, opening her up for me and diving for her pussy.
“Oh my god, Colton,” she cries as I lick up her and suck on her clit.
“Louder,” I demand before diving back in.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” Her palm slaps the wall behind her as the sensation of my tongue on her sensitive flesh consumes her. “F-forgot…” Swallow. “Forgot how good you were at this.” Moving both hands to my head, she holds me in place as her hips rock against me.
I eat her like I haven’t eaten all week, and only a few minutes later, her legs are trembling and she’s racing toward her release.
“Oh god. Oh god,” she chants as her grip on my hair tightens until I’m sure she’s about to rip it clean out. “Colton,” she cries as her body locks up and she falls over the edge.
I don’t stop until she’s ridden out every second of her release and thoroughly coated my face in her juices.
“Holy shit, that was intense,” she gasps, desperately trying to catch her breath as I lower her other leg and get to my feet.
“Only the beginning, baby,” I confess before slamming my lips down on hers and letting her taste herself.
As I kiss her, my need to turn her around and take her almost becomes too much.
It takes every ounce of self-restraint I have to release her and step back, but I do it.
She looks fucking sensational with her tits out and her dress hitched up around her waist.
“Look at you,” I murmur, taking a second to commit the sight to memory.
The moment her shoulders begin to curl in, I bark, “Don’t,” forcing her to stand up straight again. “You are beyond beautifuland sexy right now. My every fantasy come to life. There is nothing you need to be ashamed or embarrassed of.”
Her cheeks get redder at my words and a small grin pulls at her lips.
“Clean yourself up,” I demand, shoving my hand into my pants and rearranging the situation I’ve got going on beneath my waistband.
I tell myself not to do it, but the second my fingers brush my length, I can’t help but squeeze.