Page 269 of Broken Saint
“Oh god,” she whimpers as I drag my lips over her peaked nipple. “So sensitive.”
“Yeah?” I ask, doing it again.
“Shit,” she gasps, her back arching as she offers herself up to me.
With a smile, I tease her again before moving to the other side and sucking her into my mouth.
I alternate between the two until she’s writhing beneath me and begging for more.
With a smirk, I descend her body, peppering her stomach with kisses.
“I can’t believe there’s a little person growing in here,” I say after placing a kiss over her belly button.
“It’s crazy. Scary,” she whispers.
“Exciting,” I counter, trying to imagine how she’ll look with a round belly in a few months. I remember Kane talking about how hot he was for Letty when she was pregnant. I didn’t really get it then. Trying to work around that belly just seemed like hard work. But now, I really fucking get it.
I can’t wait. I want to experience every single fucking second of it with Ella.
Having her here and not with me in Seattle for the foreseeable future is going to be hard, but we’ll make it work.
“You’re really happy about this, aren’t you?” she says, propping herself up on her elbows and staring down at me.
“You have no idea, Bombshell.”
She continues to watch me as I curl my fingers around the edges of her panties and pull them down her thighs.
“I’m so fucking happy right now,” I confess, letting my eyes linger over her insane body until they settle between her thighs.
My mouth waters at the sight of her perfect, needy pussy.
“You’ve missed me, huh?” I muse.
“Colt,” Ella gasps in shock.
“What?” I ask, shooting her a smirk.
“You’re talking to my pussy as if it’s its own person.”
“Like you don’t talk to my dick.” I roll my eyes.
Her lips part to argue, but she holds back whatever words she was going to say. Instead, recognition flickers in her eyes.
“Whatever. Are you planning on just chatting or were you going to— COLT,” she cries when my lips brush her sensitive flesh, her arms giving out and sending her crashing back onto the bed.
“You were saying?” I ask, letting the deep rasp of my voice vibrate through her.
“Please,” she whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed.
“Anything you want, Bombshell. Anything you want.”
Latching onto her clit, I suck her just the way she likes before dipping lower and plunging my tongue inside her.
Her body trembles violently as she cries out as I work her closer and closer to orgasm.
I’m so lost in her scent, her sounds, her everything that I forget about my own needs and build her up higher and higher. But I never let her fall.
As much as I want her to come over my face, I want her squeezing down on my dick more.