Page 16 of Break My Rules
“Touch me,” I gasp, reveling in the control. “I need your fingers. Inside…”
Saint obeys me, easing one finger, then two, into my tight cunt. I clench around him, loving the intrusion, the thick stretch of him, filling me up as his tongue lavishes my swollen clit.
Then he starts to pump.
“Saint!” I cry out, lost in pleasure now. Fuck, it’s too good. Too full. Too much to resist. I grip his head tighter as I buck against his mouth, chasing the glorious crest of sensation. I hear Saint groan in lust against me, licking in a frenzy as his fingers pulse and beckon, rubbing me just right inside. “God… Fuck…Saint!”
He closes his lips around my clit and sucks, and I shatter into a dizzying spiral of pleasure. I arch up, jerking wildly against his mouth as he licks me right through my orgasm, leaving me gasping and moaning for more.
“More, baby?” Saint echoes, and when I lift my head, I see him looking down at me with a look of pure lust, his fingers still pumping thickly inside, shivers chasing me through my afterglow.
“You.” I manage, reaching for his shirt collar and yanking him in for a sweaty, gasping kiss. I taste myself on his lips, a new thrill to the control that’s still surging through my body. I pull back, looking him straight in the eye. “Fuck me,” I grind out, panting. “Take me, however you want.Use me.”
“Ohfuck.” Saint groans with a deep, appreciative sound. “Baby… You sure about that?”
His grip on me tightens. His gaze roves over me darkly, like he’s just planning what kind of filthy, depraved things to do to me.
And fuck, it makes me even wetter.
“I’m calling the shots, remember?” I remind him breathlessly. “I’m telling you—I’morderingyou. Fuck me. I’m yours.”
The words slip out without me thinking, but damn, they sound good. Because right now, like this, my body flushed from pleasure and my blood still burning up with pure, craven need, I am.
His.
“On the floor, baby,” Saint pulls me from the table, and sets me on unsteady legs. He strips my sweater off, and tears away my bra, leaving me totally naked now, and lands a stinging slap on my ass, pushing at my shoulders to guide me to the kitchen floor. “Face down, on your hands and knees. It’s time to show me what a good girl you’re going to be.”
I moan, I can’t help it. I feel drunk on desire, eagerly sinking to my knees on the cool tile and arranging my body to his orders: palms flat, and my body arched, ass in the air.
“Oh fuck, look at you.” Saint growls in appreciation, slapping my ass again. I gasp at the sharp sting, trembling there as Saint tears off his clothing. He sinks to his knees, and runs a palm over my back and hips, possessive. “You like to take it as good as you give, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, head hanging, my breasts swinging free. I shift my hips, loving the feel of the breeze from the open window, cool against my bare skin. “I love everything you do.”
Saint gives a low chuckle, burying one hand in my hair, fisting it tight. “So show me, baby. Show me how much you love to suck this cock.”
He yanks, pulling me down by my hair and thrusting his cock at my mouth in one smooth motion. Surprised, I almost choke over the thick intrusion, but Saint holds me in place, sinking deeper down my throat, until I have no choice but to take him all the way.
Fuck.
I gasp for air, overwhelmed—and loving it. His taste, his scent, the stretch of him, owning me the way I crave. I struggle to take him, relaxing my throat, and moving my lips over his thick shaft.
Saint answers with a groan. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice as tender as his body is demanding. He thrusts deep again, fucking my mouth, as he gently strokes my cheek and whispers his filthy praise. “All the way, swallow it nice and deep. Christ… You look so fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth.”
I shudder, moaning in pleasure around him as I suck and lick. “That’s right, darling,” he praises. “Suck me off. Get me nice and wet for you. Because we’re just getting started…”
He suddenly leans over and lands a slap on my ass, making me yelp. But just as quickly, he’s smoothing over the sting on my ass cheek, touching. Caressing.
Dipping his fingers between my cheeks and stroking against the tight bud of my ass.
I gasp in shock, tensing, even as I shiver from the unexpected pleasure of his illicit touch.
Saint tightens his grip on my hair, pinning me in place. “You said you wanted me to use your body…Allof it.”
There’s a sharp, filthy spitting sound, and then I feel the wet warmth of his saliva dripping between my ass cheeks. His fingers stroke me there, again, spreading the wetness, and nudging deeper, just inside the ring.
Oh God.
I moan in shock—and pleasure. What is this man doing to me? He’s still gripping my hair with one hand, holding my mouth on his cock as the other toys and circles that forbidden place, and fuck, it’s overwhelming, him controlling my body so effortlessly, drawing pleasure from me with every touch.