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THIRTY-SEVEN

SAINT

Lennon perched on her knees between my thighs, staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, telling me to use her should feel like a dream.

This is exactly where I wanted her—on her knees, willing to do whatever I ask of her. Taking all that she has to give and weaponizing it.

That was always supposed to be the plan.

But right now, it doesn’t feel at all like I expected it to, despite it being exactly what I wanted.

The revenge I’ve been so desperate for doesn’t feel as important the way that it used to.

The way I want her right now doesn’t have shit to do with a plan, this fucked-up vendetta, and I’m not sure what the fuck to make of that.

Honestly, I have no idea what’s the truth and what’s the lie anymore.

Lines are blurring. It’s unnerving because I should be using her just like she asked, but for whatever reason, I just can’t bring myself to do it.

The girl on her knees for me isn’t the spoiled, vapid little daddy’s girl that I thought she was.

In fact, she’s nothing like I thought she was, nothing like the assumptions I drew.

And right now, she doesn’t feel like revenge.

All I know is that I don’t want to just take from her anymore. I want to give just as much as I take, give as much as she’s willing to give me. And that scares the fuck out of me.

But I’m too fucking worked up to unpack any of that right now.

My skin feels like it’s buzzing, an electric current coursing through my veins, a combination of heady arousal and fueled adrenaline. All I can focus on is her .

“I’m not going to break,” she whispers, looking up at me through thick lashes.

Her beauty siphons the breath from my lungs.

Her hands move to the front of my thighs, palms slowly trailing up until her fingers delve into the waistband of my sweatpants. “Teach me. Show me how to make you feel good.” The words are low, hesitant yet eager, and they make my dick thicken.

My Golden Girl.

Eager to please me.

An opportunity that should have me yanking my pants down, showing her exactly what to do with those plump little lips.

But all I want right now is for her to sit on my face, to drown me in her pussy until I can’t breathe. There’s nothing more in the fucking world that would make me feel better than to finally get to taste her come on my tongue, feel her squeezing my fingers like the greedy girl I know she’ll be.

I’m a patient man, but right now, I’m all out of patience.

“Up,” I rasp, reaching down to pull her up off her knees, and then I drop to mine, looking up at her, holding her eyes as I start to unlace her skates.

Can’t have her impaling me with a fucking blade when I lick her pussy.

She wants to make me feel good, but all I want is to make her feel good.

Once I get both of her skates off, I stand to face her. Her brow is furrowed in confusion as I sink down to the bench behind me, pulling her with me.

“I thought… This was going to be for you. I?—”

I shake my head, pressing the pad of my thumb to her lips and dragging it unhurriedly along the bottom one. “As much as I want you to put my cock down your throat… the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now is making you feel good.”

Lately, I feel like someone completely different when I’m with Lennon, the opposite of who I am, but I tamp the thought down, saving it for later when she’s not in my lap and I’m not asking to taste her, to touch her.

“Do you trust me to make you feel good?” My voice is hoarse with need, with intention. I’m desperate to forget everything about my fucked-up life, my piece-of-shit father, the fucking awful situation that I feel trapped in, and all I want to do is lose myself in her.

The rest I’ll figure out later.

There’s no hesitation in the nod of her head, and part of me hates that there isn’t.

That I’ve been harboring this plan that she has no idea about, and she’s willingly trusting me with her body.

Without a second thought.

I turn and lay her on the bench beside me.

Her long red hair fans out beneath her like a halo, cascading down the sides.

Fuck, seeing her spread out beneath me like this has a deep groan sounding in the back of my throat.

Lennon’s eyes are heavy-lidded, flickering with hunger, never backing down from the intensity of my stare.

Her cheeks are a warm, pink contrast to her creamy, pale skin, her full lips parted.

She looks like a goddess.

And I feel un-fucking-worthy.

The air crackles around us as I slowly slide my palms along the soft skin of her thighs, her breath hitching and ghosting along my lips as I hover over her.

I don’t just want to taste her, touch her… I want to watch as she falls apart for me. I want to commit it to memory, every goddamn inch, every breath, every second of her pleasure.

My lips crash against hers, and I kiss her like she’s the salvation to my ruin. Her hands fly to my T-shirt, fisting in the fabric as she tries to pull me closer, her tongue pushing past my lips and tangling with mine.

It’s hot as fuck, desperate, frantic, as if we can’t move fast enough.

But if anything, I want to slow it down, savor every single second.

I tear my mouth away and trail my lips down her jaw, tongue dragging along her neck, tasting her as I rake my teeth over the sensitive skin, forging a fiery path down to her chest, where I plant kisses along her collarbone, then the hollow space between her tits that peeks out from beneath the leotard painted on her.

My nose drags along the taut, pebbled peak of her nipple, and a soft, sweet whimper falls from her lips.

So responsive.

Her legs fall open as I make my way down her stomach, pressing my lips in a path lower until I’m at that little fucking skirt.

The one I clearly have some sick, kinky obsession with.

I’m finally going to flip it up and do what I’ve been fantasizing about since the first day she stepped on the ice, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself then.

I settle between her thighs, looking up her body to hold her gaze, never letting my eyes leave hers.

Intentional eye contact that speaks without words.

Her teeth rake over her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth as my fingers curve around her thighs, pushing them open even wider, bringing my nose to her spandex-covered slit.

Suddenly, I feel her fingers tugging on my hair, and I lift my head.

“I’m… nervous,” she whispers. “What if I don’t taste…” She blushes as her words trail off, but I know exactly what she’s trying to say.

“There’s not a chance in fucking hell that I’m not going to want to drown in you, Golden Girl.” To drive the point home, I drag my nose along her pussy, inhaling. “Trust me. I’m about to come in my pants just smelling you.”

Not a lie, my dick is currently weeping in my pants.

Her lips roll together as she bites back a smile, her limbs loosening as she drops her head back onto the bench.

“Relax, and let me show you how much I like this. How much I want every drop of cum on my tongue. I want to still be tasting you for days, Lennon.”

My fingers deftly unsnap the leotard covering her, slowly sliding it open, revealing the sweetest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.

Motherfucker.

I plant my lips against her thigh and groan, the sound vibrating through us both.

I knew she’d be perfect.

Pink and glistening, the hood of her clit peeking out, completely bare aside from the smallest little strip of hair above.

When I look up at her, brow arched, a cocky smirk curving my lips, her cheeks are flaming. “I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

Yeah, I fucking bet so.

“The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I rasp. Unable to wait another goddamn second, I lean forward and flatten my tongue, swiping it through her slit in a long, slow, unhurried lick that has her back bowing from the bench, fingers flying to my hair, tugging roughly at the strands.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels… Oh my God .” Her thighs slam shut, bracketing my ears when I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I chuckle against her. I can feel her legs trembling, quaking with each lash against her clit.

I planned to ease her into it, to take my time, but a feral fucking beast roars inside of me, and I can’t do slow and sweet.

I’m ravenous, a dark hunger raging inside of me that I’ve never felt before.

I part her open with my thumbs and suck her clit into my mouth, alternating pressure in hard sucks that have her writhing, tearing at my hair, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls of the rink, making me crazy with possessive satisfaction.

“Mmmm. So fucking wet and messy,” I drawl, lapping at her as I slip my arm beneath her thigh, hooking it over the top of it, and splaying my hand along her belly, holding her in place.

I circle her entrance with my middle finger, stretching her slightly, and she whimpers, “Please.”

Though I’m not sure she even really knows what she’s begging for. Whatever it is, I want to give it to her.

“Greedy girl. You want my fingers in your pretty little pussy, stretching you open the way I would with my cock?”

Her response is a strangled breath and a clench of her pussy that, fuck… I can actually see. She clenches around nothing, and for whatever reason, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“My Golden Girl wants to be filled. No, she needs to be filled, doesn’t she?” I slowly sink the tip of my finger inside of her, and her pussy sucks me in deeper.

Fucking Christ… she’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect that I’m trying not to come in my goddamn pants. My cock is so hard it hurts, my hips flexing against the bench in the desperate need to be inside of her.

She shudders when I curve my finger and gently stroke her G-spot, legs tightening around my head, a ragged whimper tearing out of her. “Saint…”

The way she breathes my name drives me to the brink of fucking insanity, and I eat her like a man possessed, adding another finger. She’s so tight that even with how drenched she is, there’s resistance.

“Are you going to be my good girl and come for me? Yeah?”

I can feel her tightening, clamping down on my fingers as she teeters on the edge, and I pull back, only slightly so I can catalog it, the pure ecstasy on her face, eyes squeezed shut, shamelessly chasing the pleasure I’m giving her.

Watching her makes me desperate to taste her again. My lips close around her clit, sucking hard as I stroke her G-spot.

The sound of my fingers filling her, driving into her tight cunt over and over, makes an erotic echo around us.

“Give it to me, baby, now .” The rough, hoarse command seemingly pushes her over the edge. She doesn’t just fall; she fucking explodes, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers as she arches higher, belly and thighs quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

And fuck, she soaks my face, her cum dripping down my chin as I lap at her, trying to catch every drop that she gives me.

Her hips rock as she rides it out, never letting her tight grip on my hair go, holding me in place.

I lick her through it, slower, more gentle when she becomes too sensitive until she finally melts into the bench behind her, sated and sleepy.

Only then do I slide my fingers from her and sit up, intentionally catching her gaze. “So fucking sweet.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

She watches with stunned surprise, like she can’t actually believe that I’m doing something so obscenely dirty in front of her… Like I didn’t just devour her pussy.

“Never doubt how much I love tasting you, ever again.” I use the back of my hand to wipe away the remnants of her from my face.

“I was supposed to be making you feel good. Not me,” she whispers, her expression slightly shy after what we just did.

Leaning down, I hover my mouth over hers, my hand bracketing her throat, lips curved into a smirk. “Making you come is exactly what I needed, Golden Girl.”

She has no idea how much losing myself in her, even for just a while, took everything away.

The shit with my father is now the last thing on my mind. Instead, she’s front and center, taking up all the space there is, and it feels… substantial, in ways I don’t even fucking understand.

But I think I’m beginning to.