Page 53 of Broken Saint

“I’m not hiding,” she gasps, trying to roll her hips to tempt me back.

“Good. I’d hate to have to punish you for being a bad girl.”

“Oh, Jesus. I forgot about your dirty mouth.”

“Good thing I’m here to remind you about everything I’m good at, huh?”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I prove myself with actions.

She moans and mewls as I eat her. And every time she shouts or chants my name, my chest puffs out with satisfaction.

I bet he never had her begging like this.

“Oh my god, Colton. Please,” she cries when I push her right to the edge before refusing to let her fall. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“You love me really,” I tease, releasing her clit for a beat and slowing my fingers that are now knuckle deep inside her.

“You wish,” she seethes, glaring down at me over her heaving chest.

Yeah, I fucking do.Locking that thought down before it can grow any legs, I focus on her.

Her eyes are like molten chocolate, her skin flushed with her almost release. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, and her legs are trembling.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

“You want more, Bombshell?” I tease, kissing the softness of her thigh, letting my rough chin scratch her delicate skin.

“Colton,” she warns.

“Be a good girl and beg me,” I taunt.

Her breath catches, I’m sure as memories of our time together before flicker through her mind. She was always so eager to please. I was more than happy to take anything I could get.

Fuck. I was a selfish cunt back then.

You still are,a little voice pipes up.

“Please,” she whispers, sounding more shy about what she needs than I’d like.

“Please what, El?”

She swallows nervously. “Please, eat me until I’m screaming your name.”

“Fuck yeah. All you had to do was ask.”

I dive for her again and she screams as I suck and fuck her into that almost-lost release.

Her juices drip down my fingers as she sucks them deeper, taking every ounce of pleasure I’m offering her.

Her orgasm goes on and on, and I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been for her to shatter so thoroughly.

I watch her ride out every second of it, utterly obsessed with each movement and noise that falls from her lips.

My own memories assault me, memories of how addicted to this girl I was. I knew I needed to let her go, but I never could.

“Holy shit,” she finally whispers, her body relaxing into a sated heap on my bed.