Page 55 of Cross My Heart

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Page 55 of Cross My Heart

Tessa mewls against me, twisting against my grip. “Please…” she gasps, panting. “Oh God, right there.Fuck, don’t stop!”

Her cries drive me on, until I’m lost in the fucking tornado of lust, ravenous for her, consumed. I shift my grip, moving to ease one finger into her tight cunt, and then another, pulsing deep inside her in time with my laps.

Tessa screams.

Her head is thrown back, her body writhing. She’s perfectly wild, uninhibited in her pleasure, urging me on, and fuck, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“This is what you need, isn’t it, darling?” I growl, pumping my fingers, stretching her out. Tessa moans and trembles, desperately bucking against my hand to take me even deeper. “You like it wild, and dirty, and rough.”

“Yes!” she cries. “God, yes!”

“That’s it,” I urge her on, drunk on the taste of her. The sight of her spread in the moonlight. “That’s my filthy, reckless girl.”

I withdraw my fingers, and slap her clit lightly, making her scream. But right away, I’m soothing her with my mouth again, sliding my tongue over the swollen bud as I thrust my fingers back inside her, pumping fast as I feel her start to clench.

Dear god, this woman is going to wreck me.

I ease a third finger inside her, making her stretch at the thick intrusion. Then I close my lips around her clit and suck.

She comes like an avalanche, a low shudder rolling through her body before her pleasure takes her over with a scream, her body rising up, quaking with the force of it, leaving her gasping and mindless.

And then I lick again.

“Saint—” she mumbles in protest, but it melts into a moan before the word has even left her lips. “I can’t…”

“You will.”

I flex my fingers again, rubbing high inside her walls as I tongue her clit, and Tessa breaks apart again.

“Fuck…” her wail echoes, as her body shakes and I feel a surge of pure masculine pride, more intoxicating than any drug I’ve tried.

“My name,” I growl, still lapping at her. “Tell them who’s making you scream.”

“Saint!”

I watch her tremble in the aftermath of pleasure, eyes rolled back and her hair a glorious mess. I can’t keep my hands off her—or my mouth. Christ, I could do this all night.

But Tessa lifts her head, fixing me with a bright, reckless look. “It’s your turn,” she breathes, reaching for you. “Now I want to know how you taste.”

Fuck.

Her hands find my belt and unsnap it before starting on my fly. I groan, my cock already so goddamn hard, my briefs feel like a vice. But before she can slide her hands to feel me, my phone sounds loudly from my jacket, beside us on the ground.

Tessa pauses.

“Ignore it,” I growl, impatient, but the ringing doesn’t stop. She gives me a look.

“Goddamn it,” I mutter, yanking the thing out. It’s Robert. I decline the call, and set it to silent, but it just starts buzzing in my hand.

Tessa reaches over and plucks the handset from me. “Hello?” she answers sweetly, as if she’s not sprawled naked in the moonlight. “Oh, hi Robert, he’s just here. Uh huh, I’ll tell him.”

She hangs up. “You’re needed, back at the party.”

“I don’t care,” I growl.

The phone starts buzzing again, and this time, it’s my mother’s number on the screen.

Tessa smirks. “They’re persistent.”




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