Page 28 of Revenge Saints

Then I drive them in to the hilt and press my thumb against her soaked pussy, dragging it lower, down until it rests at the tight ring of her ass.

She freezes and gasps.

“Knox!” She warns, but in a pleading way.

I grin against her skin, feeling dark and wicked.

“If you’re going to take at least two of us at the same time, pet…” I growl, pushing just enough to tease, “…then that tight little ass needs to be ready, right?”

“I,” she breathes, hands clutching the sheets in tight little fists.

“Breathe. Relax for me.” I press in a little deeper.

Her head drops back on the pillow, lips parted, chest rising and falling. She’s trying. My good girl is fucking trying.

I give her a second, letting her open up. When I feel the tight muscle give, just barely, I push in another inch.

“Oh my,” She gasps and throws her hands over her face.

I start moving my fingers again, slow but relentless. Three inside her, stretching her wide, coaxing every moan out of her. My mouth covers her clit, tongue circling, pressing harder, and fuck, she’s trembling.

My thumb goes deeper, starts to move with the same rhythm. In and out. Her whole-body clenches, sweat beads at her brow, her nipples hard under her shirt, and I reach up, grab one, and pinch it until she whines.

Her legs twitch closed slightly, hips moving faster, desperate.

“That’s it,” I growl against her clit. “Come for me. I want you to come on my fucking face.”

It’s not a request; it’s a command.

I push my thumb all the way in, matching the pace of my fingers, driving her toward that edge. She’s fucking full, and it sends firethrough my veins. I picture my cock buried in her ass next time, her body split open just for me, and I almost lose it.

“Knox!”She cries out, and her body locks up, but I don’t stop.

I finger-fuck her harder, no mercy, dragging her over the edge and holding her there. She screams, legs shaking, her cum spilling out, and I lick it all up, my tongue still tormenting her clit while my fingers curl inside, making her gasp and claw at my hair.

And fuck, I love when she pulls my hair.

Her body sags on the mattress, panting, her face flushed deep red. I glance at her leg—no blood. Good.

I rise to my knees; eyes locked on her cunt. Red, dripping, perfect.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I groan. “Every fucking inch of you.”

My cock throbs, aching to be buried inside her.

But I can’t. Not now. I shake my head and push off the bed.

“You okay, pet?” I ask, turning my back to grab a towel from the couch where Max crashed.

“Yes,” she says right behind me.

I turn, and she’s standing too close. She lifts one finger and presses it to my lips.

“I want to taste,” she purrs, and fuck me, I obey. I grip the back of her head and crash my mouth to hers. Hard, possessive, my tongue claiming every inch of her mouth.

She moans, and my balls throb like they’re about to burst. I need to leave this room or I’ll explode.

But then she starts to sink, slow and smooth, her hands gliding down my chest as she slides lower.