Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(48)

“Spread your legs.”

And I do.

“Spread them wide,” he growls.

And I know he can see how damn wet I am. I know he can see my arousal glistening in the firelight.

“Touch your pussy,” he growls.

And I do.

My hands slide up my bare thighs, my breathing coming faster as I feel the heat and the whiskey and the rawness of this pulse through me. I take a shaky breath as my fingers find my wetness, and when I brush a finger over my clit, I gasp, my eyes locked on him across the small living room.

My breath catches, and a moan tumbles from my lips.

“Good girl,” Connor groans, stroking his cock in time to my fingers on my clit.

The room swirls as the blood roars through my ears. I feel so dirty and so bad, and I love it.

Connor stands, and I whimper as he moves towards me. I start to move to cover myself, but he shakes his head, his eyes locked on mine.

“No, keep touching yourself.”

I moan as I bring my hand back, watching with hooded eyes as he drops to his knees in front of the chair. His hands move to my legs, his touch electrifying on my thighs as he spreads them even wider. I moan as he pushes them back, hooking my knees over the arms of the easy chair so I’m so open and wide for him.

He leans in, and I can feel his breath on my pussy.

“Just like that, gorgeous,” he groans, his breath like silk over my skin. “Play with that pussy for me.”

I cry out as his tongue finds my center, teasing and pushing inside. I moan, bucking against his face as he tongues my slit, my fingers still playing with my clit. His tongue pushes deep, his hands spreading my thighs wide for him as he groans into me.

His hands find my ass, grabbing me and pulling me against his mouth, his tongue fucking me as I play with my clit. His tongue moves up and down my lips, then lower, teasing me, making me gasp.

He goes lower, and my eyes fly open.

“Whoa, what are- oh fuck!”

Stars explode in front of my eyes as his tongue dips even lower, swirling across my ass.

“Hang on,” I pant, the shivers from that illicit, dirty touch still rocking through me “I’m not sure I-”

“Keep touching your pussy, beautiful,” he growls, and I whimper. “Just keep playing with that sweet pussy.” His eyes move up over my body, meeting mine.

“Do you trust me?”

“Should I?”

“You tell me.”

I’m nodding before I can even think about it. “Yes.”

“Then lay back.”

His tongue moves lower again, his hand laying on top of mine and moving my fingers in slow circles around my clit. He drops his hand, and I keep doing it, rubbing my aching clit with two fingers as he moves back in.

His tongue touches my most private place again, teasing around my ass and making me cry out, bucking against his face. It’s like lightening, and sweet, sweet fire roaring through me.

My body shivers as he starts to lick me, teasing and poking and swirling his tongue. His fingers find my pussy, and he slips two inside and curls them up to stroke against that sweet spot inside.

My fingers move faster and faster, and the sensation becomes almost overwhelming, sucking me down. The dark dirtiness of it sends me reeling, and makes my body melt for him.

He growls, tonguing my ass and fingering my pussy as I rub my clit. I bring a hand to my nipples, pinching one and crying out as the sensations start to flood through me.

“I’m going to- I’m- oh fuck…”

I gasp, feeling the inevitable cliff rushing up to find me. His hand grabs my ass like it belongs to him, his wicked tongue swirls, and his fingers stroke, and suddenly, I explode.

It hits like a bomb, with no warning. I scream as the orgasm erupts through me, shattering me, making me lose my breath and see spots as I cry out.

Connor slowly pulls away and stands.

“Stay just like that.”

I nod, panting, my eyes drinking him in.

He shrugs off his shirt, kicks his pants away, and steps towards me, kneeling. I whimper as I feel him run the thick head of his cock up and down my slick opening. He looms above me, his muscled body coiled and ready to consume me.

I suddenly swallow, my eyes darting to his.

“This, this can’t- I mean…”

“What.”

“This is just, you know.”

I shrug, and he looks at me curiously.

“This is just sex, right?” I blurt out.

“Well, it was about to be,” he growls.

“You know what I mean,” I say quietly.

“Don’t worry princess,” he grins. “I’m not gonna fall for the hostage.”

“Too cliché.”

“Exactly.”

“So would be falling for the kidnapper.”

“I’d hate to be the cliché.”