Page 68 of Cross My Heart

Just saying it out loud thrills me. Asking for what I want. Begging, so everyone knows my deepest desires.

“Good girl.” Saint thrusts another finger into me, andfuck, it’s almost too much. Stretching me wider, making me grip the chaise for balance, but oh, it feels so fucking good. Saint is thrusting now in a filthy rhythm, and I can hear the sound of my wetness mingling with my own breathy moans as the shivers start, low in the base of my spine.

I whimper.

“Are you close, baby?”

I moan, louder, arching against his hand. I can feel it, so close, so fucking good—

Saint stops. He moves his hands away, leaving me gasping and dizzy in the darkness. “What…?” I start to ask, disoriented by the sudden end to my pleasure.

Then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zip.

“We were interrupted, in the maze,” Saint’s voice is low and commanding. “I think it’s time we picked up where you left off…”

Oh.

“Get on your knees,” he instructs me softly. “Let’s see that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

I shiver in excitement, sitting up. I’m clumsy in the blindfold, but Saint carefully helps guide me to the floor, where I kneel, my body still trembling in unreleased pleasure.

I feel his hands settle on the back of my head, and then he’s guiding me closer, until his cock is hard and heavy against my cheek.

“Open wide, darling,” Saint says, lacing his hands in my hair. “Show them all you can take it nice and deep.”

Fuck.

Surrounded by darkness, I can only imagine the people watching as I obediently part my lips and lick him, running my tongue from root to tip.

Saint gives a groan above me. The sound of his pleasure emboldens me, and I use my hands to guide me, gripping the thick base as I swirl my tongue over the fat head.

“Fuck… Tessa… Don’t tease me, baby. Swallow that dick.”

I part my lips, and take him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I can. Saint growls, pushing even deeper, almost making me choke at the girth of him. I try to pull back, but he holds me in place.

“Don’t stop, baby. You can take it. That’s right…Good girl.”

I shift my angle, glowing at the praise, and take him deeper than ever.

“Fuck…”

His groan floods my body with fire, as slowly, I find my rhythm, struggling to accommodate the hard, straining length of him.

“You look so pretty on your knees,” he urges me on. “Everyone’s watching, baby. They can all see you take me so well.”

I moan around him, picturing it: their eyes on me as I suck his cock.

It’s thrilling and erotic, and I find myself taking him deeper, breathless as my own body responds to the wild scene. My nipples stiffen, and my core aches, still needing release.

I slip a hand between my thighs, and stroke myself, in time with Saint’s thrusts.

“You’re touching yourself?” His groans of pleasure turn fevered. “Oh fuck, baby. Spread your knees wider, let me see how you like to play with my cock in your mouth.”

I do as he says, lost in the haze now, consumed with passion. His pace quickens and he thrusts faster. Deeper. Holding me in place there until it’s all I can do to frantically rub my swollen clit and not to choke as he mercilessly fucks my mouth.

But God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. My senses working overtime, every touch making me sob in pleasure, moaning around his cock.

I’m close. Oh god, I’m close.