Page 71 of The Crowned Garza

“That fucking mouth of yours…” He withdraws from my cleavage and fists himself, stroking up and down. Increasing his pace with every upward glide, twisting and squeezing the swollen head.

I lick the lip he ordered me not to, tasting him.Defiance is sweet.

His eyes flash and he fists himself faster, tighter. “That…fucking…mouth…”

A strangled growl rolls in his throat seconds before hot liquid spurts out all over my lips and chin. In his native tongue, he mutters “This fucking mouth” over and over until he’s emptied himself on said mouth.

I would pay to see a snapshot of my face in this moment, covered in his liquid pleasure. Being the object of this man’s hard-to-earn attention is the sweetest addiction. I love having his eyes on me, his focus on me. And now, his cum.Highlight of my life.

He leans in and uses the head of his cock to gloss his cum across my lips, massaging it in, low moans rolling in his throat. “Sporca piccola regina…”

Darting my tongue out, I lick up as much of him as possible.

His nostrils flare. “You can never be a good girl, can you?”

I shrug. “I don’t take well to being denied.”

Even though my lips are stained and sticky with his cum, he leans down and kisses me, sweeping his tongue inside, sharing his taste with me. My clit throbs achingly. I want more, more, more. But he’s Saint, all pace and patience. And it’s irritating. Frustrating. Maddening.

He ends the kiss with a quick lip bite, then scoops me up in his arms again and carries me off to the bathroom.

Under the shower, up against the tiles, he brings me to another orgasm with skillful fingers.

Slumped against the wall, my pussy pulsing with the desire to have his long, two-toned cock inside her, I ask, “Why do we keep fucking around and never actuallyfucking?”

“I already told you.”

“Told me what?”

He tugs me back under the shower with him and kisses me senseless, depleting all the air from my lungs until I forget what I’m miffed about.

Out of the shower, he swaddles me up in a large, black towel, arms and all, like I’m a freaking burrito—despite my protest and halfhearted resistance—then carries me back to bed.

“You’re ridiculous,” I tell him through a girlish giggle, wrestling myself out of the tightly tucked towel. “Is this supposed to stop me from hugging you?”

His eyes are the softest they’ve ever been on me right now, a gossamer smile flirting with the corners of his mouth as he stretches out on his back, abs flexing. He spreads an arm out in my direction, his long fingers flicking ever so slightly to beckon me.

Scooting across to him, I try and fail to beat back my grin. At the end of the day, I’m still just a girl with a stupid crush on a pretty boy who just so happens to be a complicated headfuck.

“I want this to happen, Saint.” Tucked into him, I rest my head on his chest and sigh happily. “Please don’t try to stop it from happening.”

With a sigh of his own, he presses a kiss to my temple. “Buona notte.”

Darkness floods the room.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“I have to go.”

Tillie

I WAKE UP TOan empty bed. But the sweet smell of coffee and the soft sounds of music wafting into the room assure me I’m not alone. Enough assurance that I roll over and go back to sleep. Only to be woken up again by Sunny’s ringtone. I send it to voicemail then shoot her a text.

Me:No workout for me this morning.

Expectedly, she calls again, but I don’t answer. If I do, she’ll bully me into working out. Like she always does. Granted, this fit, firm body I’ve got is all thanks to her. But there’s no chance I’m working out right now while Saint is here. I need all the time I can get with him before he reverts to being a jerk and starts rejecting me again.

Sunny: X dicked you too hard last night or something?