Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(33)

Good.

Her eyes go wide as I hook my thumbs into my shorts, and when I drop them, her mouth opens a little, her pulse beating thick in the hollow of her neck. I wrap my hand around my shaft and grin as I pump the length, stepping back and sitting on the couch.

I reach for her, making her squeal as I pull her into my lap, leg astride my hips and that sweet pussy hovering just above my cock. She groans as I let the head slip over her lips, nudging against her clit and making her shiver.

It occurs to me that I’m not wearing a condom. It occurs to me how batshit insane it would be to keep going without one.

But it also occurs to me that I couldn’t give less of a shit about that right now. The need for her is consuming. It’s everything, and the obsession of feeling her sinking down every inch of me has me possessed.

I rock my hips up, this time letting the head of my cock nestle right between her lips. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine, and for a second, I wonder if she’s just had the same reservation. But when she looks me dead in the eye, bites her lip, and starts to push down, I can tell she’s had the same thought process I did.

My hands move up her thighs, grabbing her hips possessively. I pull her down onto me, every damn inch of my cock filling her in one thrust.

She cries out, her fingers digging into my skin, her thighs fighting on my hips, and her pussy gripping me impossibly tight. She’s like heaven and silk, her slick, velvety walls milking me tightly and making my damn toes curl. My head spins, and I grit my teeth, luxuriating in the feel of her before I open my eyes and lock them right on hers.

My hands find her wrists, and she moans as I grab them, pulling them away from my body and holding them tight at the small of her back. She’s so much smaller than me, and her waist is so thin that my hands are able to wrap around and hold both it and her wrists, holding her firmly.

My cock pulses inside of her as I grip her tight and lift her up. She moans deeply, her chest arched towards me, nipples hard and erect, and I drop my mouth to them, sucking them hungrily. I pull her down, plunging balls-deep in that sweet, perfect pussy and making her scream. My tongue swirls over a nipple, teeth nipping at it as I hold her tight and start to slide her up and down on my lap.

And I meant every word I said.

I’m not gentle, and I don’t go slow. I fuck her, growling into her nipples and then her lips, my fingers digging into her skin and our hips slamming together as she rides me.

And tonight, this good girl plays very bad.

She moans like a girl possessed for me - her head flung back, her hair wild, her chest heaving, her hips undulating and rocking to meet mine. I let go of her wrists, my hands grabbing her tight little ass possessively, the other sliding up into her hair and pulling hard. Sierra cries out, her pussy gripping me even tighter and her bouncing getting rougher and more urgent as I sink my teeth into her tender exposed neck.

I roll us over, never pulling out of her and loving the way her breath catches before her back hits the couch. I yank her legs up, ankles at my shoulders and her body doubled up as I start to fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. Her moans turn into these high-pitched, achingly sexy cries of pleasure that fill my loft and have me drowning in them - my cock getting even harder at the sound of her pleasure.

I grit my teeth and go harder, and deeper, and it’s like she’s insatiable. It’s like I can’t give her enough, or be rough enough, or dominant enough, because every time I think I’ve hit her limit, she begs me to go faster, or harder, or her hands claw at my hips as if trying to pull me all the way inside of her.

It seems I’ve underestimated this girl.

And I’m starting to lose control.

It all becomes a blur - my cock sheathing bare inside of her heat again and again, her ankles digging into my shoulders, her hands clawing at my arms and my chest and her moans dragging me under. I grind deep inside and dip my mouth to her neck, letting my teeth graze her ear.

“Come for me.”

She screams.

Her whole body fucking detonates under me, her back arching high off the couch, her pussy gripping me tight and her arms wrapping around me and yanking me against her.

And I let go.

I roar as I rock deep inside of her and feel myself explode, my cock throbbing and pulsing again and again as I fill her with every single thing I have, until we’re panting, slowing, and finally coming to a shuddered stop.

My vision clouds, my head spins, and my world turns upside down.

Because somehow, I’ve just had the best goddamn sex of my life.

And I want fucking more.





Chapter Nineteen





Sierra




My heart’s racing when I finally come down, something that feels like electricity sizzling through my body.