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FORTY-ONE

SAINT

“I think I’ve realized that I’m not actually a rule kind of girl. Not anymore, at least,” she says with a grin that I can barely make out in the darkness of her bedroom.

“Ah, finally. Golden Girl is realizing how much more fun it is to break them, yeah? Rebellious little thing. I love it.”

I trail my hand down the front of her chest until my palm is curved along the underside of her tit, the thin pink sleep shirt she’s wearing not concealing her taut, pebbled nipples whatsoever.

They’re peeking directly through the fabric, two perfect little points that are begging for my mouth.

I sweep my thumb along the peak, and her breath hitches.

I tug the front of her shirt down slightly, inch by inch, revealing her soft, creamy tits that I want to bury my fucking face in.

Heavy and full, but still not too big for her small frame. I cup them in my palms, dragging my thumb along her nipples again, kneading and squeezing them. Fuck, the perfect size for my hands.

Like she was made for me.

I could play with them all night and still never tire of it.

I realize that this is probably not the smartest idea, being naked in her bed, touching her when the little self-control I have is already frayed and busted at the seams. Especially after the rollercoaster of today, but fuck, I can’t stop.

When it comes to Lennon, it feels like I’m spinning out of control, and I have no idea what the fuck to do about that.

My eyes hold hers as I slip my hand beneath her shirt and trail it up, dragging the material along, silently asking if I should take it this far.

She nods and lifts up slightly, and I don’t think, I just act, pulling her shirt up and over her head, watching as her tits spill free.

I dip my head to her chest and press my lips into her skin, down the center of her chest, nipping at the underside of her tit, every place but where she wants me most because she squirms, clenching her thighs together like it’s going to take away the throb building inside her.

It won’t. The only thing that’s going to help that is my fingers, my tongue… or my cock.

“More.” A shallow pant spills past her lips as she grabs me by the hair unabashedly, guiding my mouth to her nipple.

My dirty, dirty girl, telling me exactly what the fuck she wants, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud. Or more turned on.

I close my lips around her nipple and suck, flicking the peak with my tongue, rolling the other between my fingers and tugging.

“God, it feels… so good,” she says, falling back against the mattress as I hover over her. Somehow in the last few minutes, we’ve moved, me fitted between her parted thighs, her in only a tiny pair of sleep shorts that cover little to nothing, and me completely naked.

It’s dangerous territory. She’s dangerous, and she doesn’t even realize the effect that she has on me.

It’s like I’m compelled as I slam my lips against hers, my hands curving around her jaw and holding her in my palm while I kiss her, drinking down the contented little sigh that pushes past her parted lips.

Like this is what she was finally waiting for.

I feel her fingers trailing along my abs, and the muscles contract beneath her touch, my dick hardening between us. Her soft, small fist circles my length, and she squeezes hesitantly, then more assuredly, as she slowly strokes me.

“Fuuuuck, Lennon,” I hiss, dropping my forehead to hers, my eyes falling shut as arousal licks at the base of my spine.

Her thumb sweeps along the slit as she gathers the bead of precum on the pad of her finger, spreading around my head. She brushes the sensitive ridge of my head before moving to my piercing, and my hips flex, thrusting into her hand.

It’s slow, and explorative, and drives me out of my goddamn mind. If I wasn’t already about to come in her hand like a fucking teenager, I sure as fuck am now.

My fingers curl around her wrist, stopping her before I embarrass the shit out of myself, and slowly, I slide down her body, my tongue tracing a wet path from her pert nipples down the flat plane of her stomach.

I let my gaze travel up her body as I press a soft kiss to the front of her sleep shorts, where they’re practically molded to her pussy, the outline making my mouth water.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about eating your sweet little cunt since you came on my face at the rink.

” I nip at the inside of her thigh before making it better with my tongue.

“I’m fucking obsessed with it. All I do is think about fucking my tongue into your tight little hole, getting it ready for my fingers, stretching it open wide for me. ”

Heat flickers in her eyes, the flames licking inside her pupils as she rakes her teeth along her bottom lip. “Saint.” Her words are breathless, barely a whisper.

I know when I dip my fingers into her shorts, she’ll be deliciously slick and glistening. Her pussy weeps for me when I say filthy shit to her. She loves my dirty mouth.

I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag them down her hips, tossing them to the floor, leaving her completely naked beneath me.

God, this fucking body.

Soft skin, plush curves, rosy pebbled nipples, the most perfect pussy to ever exist.

I’ll never get enough.

I’d die before I got enough of her.

“Now, be my good girl and sit on my face,” I grunt as I flop down onto the mattress beside her, pulling her tight little body over me.

Her eyes widen. “W-what? I can’t just… sit on you.”

I chuckle. “Yeah the fuck you can. Now, get up here and let me drown in you, Lennon.” I slap her ass with a smirk.

Still, she stays planted in the spot she’s straddling my stomach.

And just as I suspected, she’s drenched. There’s already a wet spot on my abs where her pussy’s rubbing against my skin.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Now I just need her pussy on my mouth.

“Stop arguing with me. Sit on my fucking face, baby.” My fingers delve into the flesh of her hips, and I rock her on top of me, dragging her clit back and forth across my abs and showing her just how good I can make her feel by using my body.

A shiver racks her body, and I smirk, watching as goose bumps scatter across her skin.

Finally, she follows directions and slides up my body, where I take over and settle her over my mouth, pussy hovering just where I want her.

“Grab onto the headboard and ride my tongue. Don’t stop until I’m soaked.”

The rough, filthy command has her snapping into action, and she lowers herself slowly but not nearly close enough.

I curve my palms over the top of her thighs and wrench her the rest of the way down until she’s seated on my face. I start by circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before I seal my lips around it and suck, hard.

The suction must be the perfect pressure because I feel her back bow as she lets out a strangled cry, my name tumbling from her lips a second later in a breathless chant. I dig my fingers into her hips to hold her in place when the pleasure becomes too much and she’s running from my tongue.

Not a fucking shot, Golden Girl.

“Yes, yes,” she chants, head lolling back onto her shoulders as I fuck her with my tongue, spearing it deep into her tight little hole. I think I’m going to bust just by the way she’s clenching around it.

All of her inhibitions and reservations seemingly have gone out the window. She’s riding my face, hips rolling faster with each panted breath.

Yeah, baby, just like that. Take what you want.

Seconds later, an orgasm crashes into her, and I feel her spasming against my tongue, flooding my mouth with her cum, a gush of hot liquid that drips past my lips and down my chin.

Fuck yes. That’s my girl.

The realization of how possessive and fiercely fucking crazy I feel about her hits me with the same force as her climax.

I want all of her orgasms, all of her whimpers, all of those sweet little sounds she makes.

She moves off my mouth once the aftershocks wear off, but her legs are still trembling as she peers down at me with a soft, slightly shy smile. Her eyes are heavily lidded and her cheeks bright pink from the orgasm.

“You were perfect,” I say as I languidly stroke the inside of her thigh with my thumb. “Now you can do it every day, twelve times a day.”

“Or…” The word hangs between us as she slides down my body until she’s straddling my hips, darkened gaze holding mine as she moves back even further until she’s on top of my cock. A shudder runs through me as her hot, still-dripping pussy drags along my bare skin, coating me in her creamy cum.

Oh fuck.

We both let out a breathy sound, a whimper and a groan. Shit, I can’t even differentiate the two.

“You could fuck me.”

My eyes widen, brow arching, looking at her like she’s lost the goddamn plot. Isn’t that the one thing she took off the table when we started this?

“Lennon…” I start, trying to find the words. This isn’t just hooking up; this is something she drew a boundary around. “You said that you weren’t ready for that.”

Motherfucker, I have to tell her.

I have to come clean about my stupid fucking plan. Even if I have no intentions of following through with it anymore, she deserves to know the truth.

But how ?

How do I tell her that I started this with her as my intended casualty for a vendetta with her father but that somewhere along the way, I started to have feelings for her. That I abandoned the fucking plan the moment I realized that she’s more important than revenge.

That the revenge doesn’t even matter if it means I’ll have to hurt her.

That she’s become the only real friend I have. Outside of Ma, the most important person to me.

That the thought of hurting her makes me physically hurt.

How the fuck do I tell her any of that without ruining everything that’s happening right now? I’m done with my plan; it no longer applies. But I have to tell her, don’t I?

She shrugs, brushing my lips with hers. “And now I am.”

“Baby, no, I…” I start, ready to admit my entire fucking existence to her in this moment, but her finger moves over my lips, silencing me.

“Don’t. You don’t need to say anything. For so long, my life, my body, my choices haven’t been mine. But this decision is mine, and only I can make it. And I want it to be you. I want you to take my virginity, Saint.”