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“If you wanted my dick, all you had to do was ask.”
The fabric of my leotard is thin, leaving not much of a barrier between us with him still only in the flimsy towel, so each time my hips rock, I feel the head of his dick rubbing against my swollen clit. God, it feels so good. Saint feels so fucking good.
“Oh—God. God,” Lennon chants, voice breaking as her hips move faster, finding the perfect rhythm that has my dick fucking weeping.
“Is my cock pierced? Yeah, Golden Girl. It is.”
“If you ever want to find out how good it’ll feel inside of you, let me know,”
“God, it feels…” she breathes, eyes dropping shut as her head falls back, and she moves faster, her nails biting into my shoulder, creating tiny half crescents along my skin. “It feels so good. I-I want you to come too. With me.” Motherfucker.
“Come for me.” My voice is so low and rough that it sounds like sandpaper, the words clawing their way out of my throat. “Be my Golden Girl and come on my cock.”
Then her gaze drops between us to where we’re both covered in my cum, something carnal surging in my chest at the obscene sight. “That was unexpectedly hot,” she says, rolling her lips together, her expression one of satisfaction.
Yeah, well, me coming all over myself after dry humping was not what I thought would be happening today, but she’s right. It was surprisingly fucking hot.
Reaching down, I drag my thumb along the front of the wet fabric at her seam, causing her breath to hitch as I gather some cum on the pad of my finger and slowly bring it to her lips. She doesn’t even hesitate as her lips part, and I slide it into her mouth. “Look at the mess you made, Golden Girl,” I rasp, feeling her swirl her tongue around the pad of my thumb, tasting my cum. “Bet you never thought being bad would taste so good, did you?”
Yeah, I’m fucking sick. All I’ve been thinking about is Lennon and her magical pussy, which has taken over my every waking thought.
I see the Saint who colored superheroes with a sick little boy in a hospital simply because he asked him to. I see the Saint who works his ass off every week on the ice just to be the best he can be. I see the Saint who gives his rare, real laugh when he’s ribbing the old mechanic he clearly loves and respects. I see the version of him that he hides from the world, and I want to reach out and hold on to it. Savor it.
“So… let me make it better, Saint.” I’m trembling as I slide out of his lap and drop to my knees between his legs, peering up at him. “Use me.”
Lennon perched on her knees between my thighs, staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, telling me to use her should feel like a dream.
All I know is that I don’t want to just take from her anymore. I want to give just as much as I take, give as much as she’s willing to give me. And that scares the fuck out of me.
My Golden Girl. Eager to please me.
But all I want right now is for her to sit on my face, to drown me in her pussy until I can’t breathe. There’s nothing more in the fucking world that would make me feel better than to finally get to taste her come on my tongue, feel her squeezing my fingers like the greedy girl I know she’ll be.
I don’t just want to taste her, touch her… I want to watch as she falls apart for me. I want to commit it to memory, every goddamn inch, every breath, every second of her pleasure.
“There’s not a chance in fucking hell that I’m not going to want to drown in you, Golden Girl.” To drive the point home, I drag my nose along her pussy, inhaling. “Trust me. I’m about to come in my pants just smelling you.”
I planned to ease her into it, to take my time, but a feral fucking beast roars inside of me, and I can’t do slow and sweet. I’m ravenous, a dark hunger raging inside of me that I’ve never felt before.
“Are you going to be my good girl and come for me? Yeah?”
It’s even worse than I thought. His eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and I know that whatever’s happened, he’s been crying. God, my heart is aching.
“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t have to say anything at all if you don’t want to, but I’m here. Okay? I’m here, Saint, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I didn’t know where else to go.” It’s a whisper, his voice rough and uneven as he pauses, holding my gaze. “You’re the only thing in my life that feels right anymore.”
She’s gentle and tender, and I had no fucking clue just how badly I needed this.
Lennon’s become the only safe space I’ve ever had in my life. She’s trusted me, listened to me, seen me for who I am.
As my entire fucking life was imploding around me, all I wanted was her. If I were going to break, I wanted it to be with her, wanted her to pick up the jagged pieces.
Even if it all ends up for nothing, I won’t regret her. I won’t regret this.
“We’ve never been great at following the rules, have we, Golden Girl,”
Never fall for the bad boy. The rule was simple. Easy. Except somewhere along the way, I think I broke the one and only rule there was. And I know now there’s no going back to the way it was before. Before Saint Devereaux.
My dirty, dirty girl, telling me exactly what the fuck she wants, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud. Or more turned on.
“W-what? I can’t just… sit on you.” I chuckle. “Yeah the fuck you can. Now, get up here and let me drown in you, Lennon.” I slap her ass with a smirk.
“Stop arguing with me. Sit on my fucking face, baby.”
I want all of her orgasms, all of her whimpers, all of those sweet little sounds she makes.
How do I tell her that I started this with her as my intended casualty for a vendetta with her father but that somewhere along the way, I started to have feelings for her. That I abandoned the fucking plan the moment I realized that she’s more important than revenge. That the revenge doesn’t even matter if it means I’ll have to hurt her.
“Trust me when I say I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my fucking life. Don’t ever doubt the way I want you.”
With him, I feel confident, and comfortable, and safe. I feel seen not just for the person I’m trying to be but for the one I’ve always been. I don’t feel like I have to hide who I am.
God, how does he read my body so well? Sometimes it feels like he knows it better than I do. Exactly where to touch, to kiss, to lick that’s going to drive me insane with desire.
“That’s it, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he says hoarsely. “Fuck, you feel so good, Lennon. So goddamn good squeezing my cock.”
God, the sight of him trembling, muscles rippling as he strokes his cock and marks me, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
His knee hits the bed, and he moves over me, gently cleaning the mess he left behind off my stomach. I had no expectations about what this experience would be like with Saint. I know that he’s not a soft kind of guy, but he surprises me.
“You know what you taste like, Golden Girl?”
“Mine.”
But motherfucker, I’d chase her across the goddamn world if I had to.
An unexpected connection that’s more than just physical. I don’t understand it, and I don’t know what it means. I just know that I like who Lennon is, and not just when she’s dragging me into her apartment before I can even say hello. I like all of her.
Affection outside of fucking isn’t my normal. But having her on top of me, comfortable, relaxed, chin resting on the top of her hand as she looks at me… I don’t know, it feels right. Maybe it’s my new normal. And maybe I really fucking like it.
I reach for the roll of stick tape that’s been pushed into the corner of the box that someone likely left behind and use my other hand to push her wrists together, lifting them above her head. Pulling the end of the tape free with my teeth, I start to carefully wrap it around her wrists. Not too tight, but tight enough to keep them bound, tight enough to hold her when she’s writhing from my tongue being buried in her cunt.
She doesn’t just come—she detonates like a bomb that’s finally reached the end of its fuse. Her legs shake as she clamps them around my head, her ass nearly lifting off the bench as a rush of warm, wet cum soaks my tongue, my face, fuck, my shirt. Everywhere. Holy fucking shit. I just made her squirt. Fuuuck yeah.
My God, how does he have this much stamina? It’s obscene. We’ve spent the entire weekend locked in my bedroom, with him making me come so many times, in so many different positions, I’ve lost count. I’m sore and achy from exertion but in the most delicious way.
“Because it’s mine, baby. You chose me, Lennon, and this is me choosing you.”
