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THIRTY-TWO

SAINT

“Oh—God. God ,” Lennon chants, voice breaking as her hips move faster, finding the perfect rhythm that has my dick fucking weeping.

I’m ready to bust, and I haven’t even touched her yet.

Haven’t seen what’s beneath that fucking skirt that I’m obsessed with.

If I yanked that little scrap of fabric to the side, I know that I’d find her dripping, pink, and glistening, her little clit peeking out and begging to be sucked and flicked by my tongue.

My fingers tighten around the back of the bench, the wood creaking and groaning beneath the force, desperation snaking down my spine and taking hold.

Fuck, I want to sink inside of her and lose myself.

Suddenly, her body pulls taut as she stills, her blown pupils flicking down between us. “ Saint. ”

I follow her gaze and see that my towel has fallen open, freeing my cock, a thick bead of precum glistening on the slit.

Lennon’s lips fall open. “Is that… Is it…” Her words trail off, and I chuckle.

“Is my cock pierced? Yeah, Golden Girl. It is.”

Her eyes widen as her gaze travels slowly along my length, pausing on the silver barbell pierced through the underside, right below the ridge of my head.

I watch as she swallows thickly, observing with hesitant curiosity and interest.

My hands move to her hips, gripping tightly as I slowly drag her forward until the wet, warm heat of her pussy is settled along the base of my cock, causing us to both hiss.

“If you ever want to find out how good it’ll feel inside of you, let me know,” I whisper before sealing my mouth over hers, sweeping my tongue through her parted lips, and swallowing down her sweet little whimper.

There’s a possessive place inside of me that’s preening with the fact that I’ll be taking all of her firsts. That no motherfucker on this planet will have them.

It’s fucking mine.

She’s fucking mine.

Even if it’s only temporary, even if she’s not mine to keep. Even if this is all just strategy.

The pads of my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I rock her back and forth along my cock. Unhurried, controlled movements that have her swollen clit dragging across every inch of me.

I’m taking my time, in no fucking hurry for this to be over. I’ll stay here all goddamn day if it means watching her come for the first time.

“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.

Her words are a breathless whisper, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, and I can’t look away.

I can’t stop watching her.

Lifting my hand from her hip, her green, molten eyes find mine, and I hold open my palm in front of her. “Spit.”

Her pupils darken, turning hazy and unfocused as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

And like the good girl I fucking knew she would be, she listens, spitting into my hand while her eyes never leave mine, making my balls pull tight.

Fuuuuuck. Yes.

My throat works as I palm the head of my cock, coating it with her spit before pumping roughly.

I’m teetering on the edge, the edges of my restraint fraying with the desperate need to touch her.

To lick her, fuck her, take everything she has to give.

I slant my lips over hers and pull her back over my cock, feeling the lips of her pussy slide around me, my blunt head rutting against her clit even through the thin material covering her.

A breathless cry sounds against my mouth, her fingers flying to my hair and tugging hard as she rotates, writhing, my hips flexing to meet her movements.

Tearing her lips free, she buries her face into the crook of my neck and moans unabashedly, just as far gone as I am.

“I think…” Her lips move against my skin as she whispers, “I’m going to…”

My grip on her hip tightens when arousal yanks at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as I get ready to paint her with my cum.

“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.”

Blinding bolts of pleasure shoot through me as she does exactly as she’s told, hips squirming as she falls apart.

Her entire body pulls tight, muscles taut, fingers tangled in my hair and tugging hard as pleasure swells inside of her, the orgasm she was so sure she couldn’t have hitting her like a tidal wave.

Fuck, I wish I could see her face as she comes, but her face is buried in my neck, her teeth raking along my skin as she clings to me.

I can feel every part of her trembling, her thighs shaking as she rides it out, and I can’t hold back any longer.

My head falls back as I come, coating us both, painting a messy portrait along her stomach, thighs, pussy, so fucking much that it drips onto my stomach, pooling along the cut of my abs.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never come this much in my life, and it’s because of this girl and my feral fucking hunger for her.

Lennon’s shuddering breath ghosts my skin, both of us sticky with sweat, unmoving after… whatever the fuck that just was.

Seconds tick by, slowly turning into minutes as she catches her breath, limp and sated, draped on top of me.

“Should have done that sooner. I might hate you a little less now,” she murmurs, sitting up. “I mean… a tiny, tiny bit less.”

I chuckle. “Yeah? Bet so. Think about that the next time you get an attitude.”

Her lips tilt into a slightly shy smile. “Pretty sure that attitude is what you like best about me, so…”

“Nah… that would be your pussy.”

She scoffs, reaching out to push my shoulder. “Dick.”

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.

“I can’t believe I… you know.”

“Came on my cock,” I finish her sentence. “I told you that was bullshit. You just needed to get out of your head and be patient with yourself. You didn’t need me for it to happen.”

She nods as she hums and looks down between us, her curious gaze dropping once more to the cum on her pussy.

My brow arches.

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?”