“Fuck me,” Saint growls. He wraps my destroyed panties around his cock and starts stroking himself with them.
“Not yet. But if you’re a good boy and eat my pussy, I might let you fuck me.” Before I can even finish my sentence, Saint has me in his mouth. I cum instantly, my whole body jerking, but Saint doesn’t stop.
His tongue plunges into me over and over, sweeping over my clit. Saint isn’t a tease. He wants to give me pleasure and he wants to give it to me now. When his teeth latch on to my clit, another orgasm hits me, harder than the first one. A moan is ripped from my throat and I’m shocked to hear it coming from me.
“You’re mine. From the moment I saw you I knew it. I wanted to wait but I can’t anymore. I need you. You’ll never have another man as long as I’m breathing,” he swears, but before I can respond he is back on me. I’ve never in my life known a man who would give pleasure like this. Sure, men liked to eat pussy if it got their cock wet, but Saint seemed like he could do this forever and be happy.
It made me want him more. I had already cum twice and I wanted to a third time. I wanted to tell him we were just a fling because that’s me. One night and I’m done, but his words only fueled my pleasure. I should be running for the door. Not pressing my pussy further into his face, thinking about what his cock piercing is going to feel like when I get it inside me.
“That’s it, Daddy. Show me how sorry you are for canceling on me. Eat that pussy good and maybe I’ll let you fuck it,” I moan while thrusting my hips. I’m so close to coming again. I didn’t know it was physically possible to cum this many times so close together but I feel another orgasm rising.
“God, Mama, you taste so fucking good,” he says. “I bet you’ll taste even better once I cum in it. You’re going to let me cum all inside you, aren’t you? I bet this pussy is aching for a load of me.”
Oh fuck. His thinking he is going bareback inside me should piss me off, but I feel my pussy clench at his words instead.
“Jeanette!”
“Jeanette, come here, Mama. You know how much I love being on my knees in front of you.”
I feel myself smile at his words. Suddenly the other man grabs my arms and applies pressure to make me drop my gun. He pushes me towards Saint. My Saint. I cling to him and let the sobs take over my body.