7. Saint
7
SAINT
I reach Vani’s room and bang the side of my fist against the door.
“Okay, Zane,” she shouts from inside with a laugh. “Hold your horses.”
She swings open the door, and her smile fades. What the hell? She was eager to see him but not me? It lights something in me, an angry fire, and I push her inside the room. Her mouth opens in a perfect O of surprise and snaps shut again as I advance on her.
“Saint?” she says, unsure.
“You’re going away,” I say.
Her brow furrows. “Well, yes, I mean, for a night…”
“And Lex is missing. Zane is going too. I’ve got shit on my mind.” I don’t tell her what Angelica wants because that’s a whole other conversation, and I still haven’t decided what to do about it yet. “I feel … I need …”
She sighs and puts her hand on my chest, over my heart, the heat of her palm feeling good through my shirt. “What do you need, Saint?”
“You.”
She nods, just once, but it’s more than enough of a green light for me. It won’t be a seduction, and this time it won’t be a degradation. They need to get going, and I need to try to get my head on right to see Angelica, but we can have this stolen moment.
A stolen, fast, dirty fuck. Something we’ve never really done before.
“Are you wet?” I demand.
“Always around you,” she says, staring up at me with those huge, dark eyes fringed with long, black lashes.
Does she mean me solo, or does she mean to include all three of us? Maybe she’s wet at the idea of walking into her father’s territory with Zane at her side, but right now I don’t care what the reason is. I’m just grateful she is, because I need to be inside her.
I rip her shirt right down the middle, buttons pinging everywhere, and she gasps. “Saint, I just changed.”
“Change again, when we’re done,” I growl. Then, because I can’t resist just a touch of degradation, I add, “Unless you want to walk in like this, looking like a whore.” I pull her bra down, so her plump, full tits are pushed up on top of it, her fat nipples half out, making me almost drool.
Christ, I’d have her nipples as my last meal if I was on death row.
“I’m supposed to meet—” she protests, but her words cut off when I duck my head to cover her nipple with my mouth.
I lightly bite it, and she lets out a squeak.
“Stay away from those bikers,” I command. “I don’t want to hear of any of them pawing their filthy hands all over you.”
“No one is going to touch me, Saint. They wouldn’t dare.”
I bite her nipple again and then move to the other one.
“They’d better not. You’re ours.”
“Yours,” she says on an exhale.
She lifts one hand to lace it through my hair as I feast on her tits. Her breathing grows ragged, and she arches her back to me, pushing her breasts into my face.
She’s wearing leather pants, and fuck, they look sexy. But they’re going to hinder my access to her.
I’d brought her a gift before I knew any of this would happen, and now I want her to wear it while she’s away from me. I want to be on her mind the entire time we’re apart.
I pop the button on her leather pants and push her backward, toward the bed. She lands on the mattress with a thump.
“Saint!” she protests.
“Stop talking.”
I yank the leather down her curvy thighs. She’d not had time to put on her boots yet, so I pull her pants over her feet with ease, leaving her in only her panties, her torn shirt, and pulled-down bra. She looks like sex personified, her deep brown tresses spilling over her shoulders, her full lips parted, and her tits heaving. I’m already hard, but my cock jumps in my pants, as though it knows what’s coming and is eager to be released.
I yank Vani’s panties down, then unbutton my pants. Before losing them completely, I slip the gift I’ve brought her, together with a little packet of lube, out of my back pocket, and cup it in my palm.
I plan to surprise her.
With my other hand, I free my cock and stroke it a couple of times. I grow even harder at my touch, and precum leaks from the slit. I’m imagining her tight pussy clamped around my length. I crawl between her thighs and grab her hip, pinning her in place. Her skin is so soft, and I trace my thumb over a tattoo of a rose.
“Beautiful.”
I use my grip on my cock to rub the head against her pussy. She’s so wet and hot, it takes all my control not to sink deep inside her. She moans and lifts her hips, trying to make me breach her, but I pull back slightly.
“Not yet, ma petite pute .” My little whore. I just can’t help myself.
“Saint,” she protests.
I edge back and flip her over as if she weighs nothing. She lets out a breathy little gasp.
“On your hands and knees at the edge of the bed,” I order.
The loss of the view of her luscious tits is upsetting, but now I have her perfect ass in my vision. I slap it hard, watching her flesh jiggle. I do it again, and again. Vani cries out with each smack, the sounds going straight to my dick, but she doesn’t tell me to stop or try to get away.
Perfect red fingerprints cover one peachy cheek, and I smile to myself. Fuck, I’m crazy about this girl. Head over heels. Utterly obsessed.
I line my cock up with her swollen, wet pussy once more.
“You always need me, don’t you, Venom? Huh? You were made for me. Molded from soft, tender flesh to be my perfect toy. Jouet parfait.”
Her fingers curl into the bedding. “Please, Saint. Fuck me. I need you.”
I smile to myself as I slowly, oh-so-slowly, push inside her. I know we don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll be damned if I rush this exquisite moment. I grab a handful of her hair, firmly, the way she likes it, and wrap it around my fingers. I pull hard enough to make her yelp and then lean forward and bite down on her creamy shoulder as I bottom out inside her.
Vani cries out. “Oh, God, yes.”
“I want you to feel me the entire time you’re away with him,” I say. I’m not normally jealous of my brother-by-another-mother being with any woman we’re playing with, but Vani is different. I love sharing her, but I also love having her as mine. The way she is when I sneak into her room and worship her in the quiet and the dark. She’s the thing I degrade, but she’s also the thing I worship.
My perfect mix of profane and holy. My fucking downfall, if my worst fears come true. This girl could tear us all apart.
I set a fast pace, thrusting in and out of her, loving watching the way her pussy lips obscenely grip my length. She is so swollen and fucking ripe for me, it makes me want to beat my chest and roar as I screw her.
The girl needs to be nicely loosened up for my gift, so I reach around her body and rub her clit, pinching it. Soon she’s mindless, writhing back against me, rubbing her ass up to my stomach but also pushing her pussy into my palm. She’s lost any rhythm, and I know she’s about to come. I grit my teeth to hold off my own orgasm as she loses it and screams as she convulses around my cock. Fuck me, merde , she’s making me lightheaded.
With superhuman will, I fight off my own orgasm, and as she comes down, I pour the lube right over her pulsing asshole. It drizzles across the tight ring of muscle, and I work my finger inside. Because she’s just come, this sets her off all over again, and she moans, backing against me, her ass gripping me and pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It’s tempting me to pull out of her pussy and shove my cock in her ass, but that’s not my plan.
I have something much more diabolical in mind for my pretty, precious whore than a quick ass fuck, as incredible as that would be.
Smirking, I take the toy in my palm and line the cold, hard metal up against her hole. I push it in, watching her ass widen around the broadest part, and then narrow again as the jeweled stopper sits in place. Vani gasps. Her head drops down and her fingers grip the sheets even tighter.
“What the fuck, Saint?” she demands.
“It’s a little present for you. A toy.”
“God,” she moans, and the sound is so broken and helpless that I almost come inside her.
For a beat, I stop everything and just breathe through the urge to empty myself into her. I need to come inside her with her exploding around me all over again.
Finally, I have the toy seated deep inside her ass, and I take a moment to admire it. The base is flared and is tipped with a ruby. It cost me a fucking fortune, but it’s worth every single penny. “It makes your ass look like a work of art. I’d love to paint you like this.”
Greedily, I watch her clenching hole as I work it in and out of her, and then I start to fuck her again, using my free hand to play with her engorged clit. She’s so slippery and wet and horny for this. I’ve finally found a woman with appetites to match my own, and while I might like to degrade her in the bedroom, I respect her for owning her needs and desires.
The fact she’s as greedy for this as I am is a huge plus in my eyes. Yet she also likes to be told what a dirty little slut she is for enjoying these things, and who am I to disappoint?
“You going to come again for me, my precious little slut?” I purr in her ear. “Show me how fucking messed up you are, Venom. Come for me again while I fuck your ass with this toy. Do you know how much this cost me? Only the best for my personal whore. This toy in your ass cost more than most men can spend on a car.”
She lets out a half sob.
“You like that, don’t you, huh?” I laugh. “Your greedy pussy loves my cock. You’re gripping me so tight. You like being my perfect whore who has to wear my butt plug the entire time you’re away. Except for when you’re sleeping,” I add. I don’t want to ruin her perfect, tight hole. “You’re to keep this in for the rest of the day.”
“I’m going to be riding for hours. I can’t wear this,” she gasps.
Smack. I hit her ass hard. “Don’t fucking argue with me, slut. You’ll wear it, and every time you feel it vibrating in your ass, you’ll think of me. The bike engine under you will make this thing vibrate so good up in your ass and you will probably come. That can be your secret. When my silent brother gets you under him, and we all know Zane will because you’re a bitch in heat and you need rutting regularly—don’t you, Vani?—then he’ll find this.”
She glances back at me, and there’s a beautiful mix of outright rage and need on her gorgeous face. Any other girl would be crying by now, but Vani is half set to murder me. I better make her come, then, before she finds a weapon.
My balls are so tight that I’m going to fucking lose it any second. I slap her pussy lightly, smacking over her clit, again and again. She fucking explodes. She comes so hard, the plug pushes out of her ass, and I have to press it back in, watching as everything from her pussy to her asshole contracts and releases over and over.
Jesus, she’s coming so hard, I can see it as well as feel it.
The visual is too much, and I lose it, too. “Fuck, Vani, merde .” I lose any semblance of rationality and just start saying utter filth to her in French as I come and come and come .
My legs lock up, my muscles rigid as I empty myself into her. My mind blurs, and I swear I leave my body for a few seconds.
I’ve marked my territory, but I’m still not done.