Page 12 of Desecrated Saints
“Are you not wearing panties either?” I murmur.
“Why don’t you find out?”
Lifting from my lap, her hand dips inside my sweats to find my hardened cock. I hiss out a breath as she takes a handful, stroking my length. When her hand cups my balls, I let my eyes roll back in my head. Nobody’s laid a finger on me since we last slept together and it shows.
“Fuck, love. You better stop before I blow my load like a damn kid.”
“I want to see you come for me,” she goads.
Checking to make sure the coast is still clear, I snatch her hand from my sweats and pin it to the steering wheel. Brooklyn’s eyes widen in surprise. She doesn’t fight back as I work her yoga pants down to expose her bare cunt, begging for my attention.
“You’re not the one in charge here,” I growl at her. “Did you forget that you’re my dirty little slut, huh? Do I need to remind you how this works?”
She bites her juicy bottom lip. “I need reminding.”
Sliding my hand between her legs, I find her soaked pussy. She’s wet for me already, so easily wound up. I push a finger inside of her before swirling my thumb over her sensitive nub. Adding another finger, I lean in to bite her lip myself.
The steering wheel at her back traps us close together, with no room to escape. Losing patience with my toying, Brooklyn shifts and removes my fingers from her wet heat. Her cunt is pressed up against my dick, inches from salvation. As I wait for her to make the final move, she hesitates.
“What is it?”
Insecurity flashes across her expression. “Has there… been anyone else?”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“It’s fine if there has been… hell, I don’t know why I’m asking. It’s been months. I don’t expect you guys to have waited. Forget I said anything.”
Stroking her painfully sharp jawline, I force Brooklyn to look at me again. She’s anxious and uncertain, the vulnerable girl beneath all her icy layers stripped bare for the world to see. Her many personas are dizzying, but I love that I can tease this version of her out.
“Not even for a second,” I answer without hesitating. “None of us. Not even Phoenix and Eli were together. We don’t work without you, love. You’re our centre.”
Brooklyn looks pleased with my answer on a primal level. Before I can offer more assurances, she guides my cock inside of herself. I groan, seizing her by the hips to guide her movements. Shoving my hands aside, she pins me with a fierce look, reaffirming her control.
“I’m disappointed I don’t get to kill anyone who’s touched you.”
“You sadistic little bitch.”
The corner of her mouth lifts up. “Your sadistic little bitch.”
Moving to meet her thrust for thrust, I’m barely able to speak as heat burns through me. She’s hugging my cock so tight. After months of taking very long showers with nothing but the memory of her scent, I’m not going to last long.
Brooklyn doesn’t care, taking every frantic thrust. We can hardly get enough of each other, our tongues battling and teeth clashing like animals. When a car drives past, she ducks down low but continues to grind on me despite the possibility of getting caught.
I hold her head to my chest, plastering on a neutral expression for anyone passing. If anything, it makes this even hotter, marking my property for the whole world to see. Maybe I should take a leaf out of Eli’s book and carve my initials into her ass. It’d certainly teach the rest of our fucked up family a lesson.
With an evil laugh, Brooklyn cups my balls again.
“Fucking hell, love,” I grind out.
“Let them catch us. Why not?”
“This isn’t Blackwood. We’re breaking the law.”
“You care about that?”
“Like hell I care. Fall apart for me, Brooke. Show me how pretty you are when I pour my come inside of your tight cunt. I want to see it dripping out of you.”
“Goddammit, Kade.”