20. Saint
Saint
I may be driving a truckload of emotional problems, but possessiveness over a chick was never one of them.
Girls, at least the ones found in Riverside, stayed being expendable to me. Nothing but a means to an end. While the few on the outside who have offered substance always ended up boring me to death with proper etiquette and reference to scriptures they learned in Sunday School.
Turns out…church girls have only two settings: prude or freak.
And I’ve spent years playing the game to figure out which is which. I’ve learned a bit in the process too, though. Like when to be gentle or rough.
Dirty or passionate.
Offer praise or degradation.
As exhilarating as the process was, it never took long for the chase to run dry.
A level of experience that had me convinced about my obsession with Hendrix up until a couple of months ago in The Pit—when I had to fight my monster like hell to stop him from hurting her.
I guess some lessons beget more lessons.
Because here I am.
Surging inside Hendrix’s pussy again, this time from behind, listening to the sound of my bed creaking and chipping as her hands give away at the headboard.
She’s got her back arched as I spread her ass cheeks wide, getting the perfect view of the tight hole I’m yet to explore with more than two fingers.
I eat up every moan, sigh, and whimper passing Hendrix’s lips, failing more and more at fucking her out of my system.
She’s becoming a possession far more dangerous than Vicious, because earlier I found out not only does she have the power to summon my monster, she has the power to suppress him too.
Unsure of the how’s or why’s.
But not my need to keep her close and find out.
I pull Hendrix’s hair until she’s staring at the ceiling. “Ready for more?”
“Yes.” She breathes harshly.
“You sure?”
The question is more threat than permission—because I’ll be ripping the soul out of her body again regardless.
She pushes back against my hips. “Wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
“Good ’cause I want that mouth sucking my cock.”
I pull out my dick, every inch of it glistening with her arousal, and I run a finger over my length before sucking it into my mouth.
The intention is to curb the craving, but just like every other one with this girl, she’s too tempting for it to work.
Hendrix turns to face me when I stop her. “Keep your hands and knees on the bed.”
“You said you want me to—”
“Yes. But I never said I didn’t want my mouth sucking your pussy.”
Her eyebrows cinch together in confusion, and the innocence of it has my cock ready to blow a load all over the bed.
Hendrix’s entire body freezes as I lay opposite of her on my back, scooting until my face is dead center with her drenched pussy.
“I…uh…” Her swallow is audible, showcasing her first bout of nerves since she barged into the shower. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I’m not a fucking idiot.
I know exactly why the number sixty-nine makes her nervous.
I also know Hendrix is batshit crazy for thinking I would give a flying fuck about her weight.
“I want you sitting on my face. So I can eat that beautiful pussy as you devour my cock.”
She attempts to move but I snatch her by the waist and lift my head. “Look at me, Jimi,” I demand, and when she refuses I squeeze the outside of her thighs. “I said…look. At. Me.”
With hesitance in her eyes I can tell she’s trying to mask, Hendrix peers at me from over her shoulder.
“I’m not the guy who’s gonna waste time trying to convince you you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. That you’re beautiful regardless of your size.”
The offense marring her face disappears the second I add, “Because you should already fucking know that.”
“I do…” She shifts above me. “That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is the problem?”
Hendrix blinks a few times, as if recalling a painful memory.
And this memory better fucking not include some guy trying to convince her any different.
Because if it is—he’s already good as dead.
“Last time I wanted to try it…”
“No doubt with that loser punk bitch Stevenson.”
Her gaze sharpens, but she doesn’t argue.
“It didn’t go over well.”
Rage. Blazing fucking rage is what I have to hold back as I allow her to continue.
“I mentioned it to… a guy …and got rejected.”
Good-night Golden Retriever.
“He say something to make you feel bad?” I press, making sure to sound curious and not homicidal.
“No, of course not.” She shakes her head, and I can feel the muscles of her thighs relaxing the more I distract her. “But his wary glance at my thighs said more than enough.”
“That guy was a fucking wimp, you wanna know why?”
She blinks once, and nods.
With fingers straining two large plumps of her ass cheeks, I say, “Because I can promise you right now, even if for some ridiculous fucking reason I would suffocate from you sitting on my face, I’d be more than happy making your pussy my last meal.”
She shudders above me as I glide a single digit inside her entrance, then bites her lip to stifle a moan.
“Wanna know something else?” I curl my finger inside her, searching for the special spot that makes her crazy.
Biting turns to licking of her swollen red lips. “What?”
“During the past four hours of us fucking…not once was your weight on the scoreboard.”
“What was on it then?” She hisses as I remove the finger to circle her clit.
“Besides you? Nothing.”
Hendrix gasps when I pull her onto me, and I waste no time going to town on my new favorite snack.
I grumble a curse as her natural flavor explodes on my tongue, rallying my tastebuds for more. This is my fifth time fucking Hendrix with my mouth in less than twenty-four hours, but it’s still not enough to the settle my hunger and need.
Especially now that I’ve got her in such a vulnerable position.
I allow Hendrix to indulge in the pleasure of me vibrating her clit with gentle sucks and hums, of me squeezing every bit of loose skin on her ass to steal a nibble.
But I’m no gentleman.
She’s full on writhing when I say, “They’re getting blue, Jimi.”
“Shit, sorry.” She chuckles breathlessly.
Regretting decisions isn’t really my thing, but right now, as I feel Hendrix’s fingers and warm mouth sheathing the length of my cock for the first time, I’m hit with the cruel, coldhearted truth.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m breaking these clutches.
It’s a mercy to man, given how fast I’d eviscerate any motherfucker who tries to take what’s mine.
Because make no mistake, after tonight, Hendrix Zinnia Montgomery is mine.
For the sake of the game, I allowed her to go on with that pathetic excuse for a boy toy, made it my foreplay and a means of entertainment.
But now that I’ve tasted, fucked, broken, and bruised every inch of her, I’d burn this city to the ground if someone tried doing the same.
Hendrix peppers dirty kisses from the tip all the way down to the base, and then surprises me by giving my balls a little tongue action too.
“That’s it, Jimi. Your tongue feel amazing against my cock,” I grit out when she licks her way back up to my crown, the most erotic fucking moans rising out of her.
My words are fuel as Hendrix clenches a hand around me, twisting it as she strokes and sucks in unison.
She picks up the pace, making my hips buck when I feel her teeth graze my shaft.
I have to physically stop myself from sinking mine into her pussy lips.
I become a rabid beast mauling Hendrix as she takes my cock like a pro.
Wet sucking sounds fill the air as she devours me, and I’m ashamed to admit how fast she’ll have me coming from whatever this swipey thing is she’s got going on with her tongue.
“I wanna fuck that face so hard.”
Hendrix relaxes her jaw, sliding ever so slowly onto my cock, a sweet little demonstration on how far she can take me. Which is way farther than any other girl in her position.
She releases me with a pop. “Well, what are you waiting for, Letterman? Fuck me like you hate me.”
Hearing Hendrix’s invitation to proceed without caution rings like church bells on a Sunday—and I’m more than willing to pray at her altar.
She does the honors of wrapping her lips around my cock again, and the second she’s past my tip I begin fucking her tight little mouth senseless.
She massages my balls to stay busy, switching between choking, moaning, even whimpering through each one of my advances, refusing to stop me even when I can tell she’s had enough.
“You’re taking this cock so good, Jimi. So fucking good.”
She cries something inaudible when I nibble on the folded skin between her pussy’s lips, and it spurs her on like a smitten kitten.
“Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that shit with your tongue.”
Hendrix squeezes my dick so hard it aches, and I eat the pain up like her delicious cunt.
I flick her clit until the muscles of my tongue strain, feeling that perfect little bud swelling fast.
“Look how greedy this pussy is.” I kiss a mouthful. “She wants to come again.”
True story?
I’ve spent more time than expected focused on getting Hendrix to orgasm…but that’s because hearing her scream my name like I’m her savior is more erotic than anything.
She moans as I find the sensitive area again, and I don’t need to see those pretty green eyes to know they’re rolling in the back of her head.
Fuck. Those eyes.
They’re a wicked aphrodisiac…and the road to my undoing.
“Come again, Jimi. Go ahead. Squirt that sweet poison of yours for me.”
She releases my cock with a pop, so lost in bliss I don’t think she even realizes she’s riding my face. “I’m about to…Saint…I can’t…I’m…”
A tingle erupts at the base of my spine, the sensation making me groan. “It’s okay. Me too.”
Hendrix takes control again with her mouth, as I do her clit, licking it until her orgasm explodes in my mouth.
Her scream is muffled as clear liquid gushes, and like the savage I am I savor the sweetness before drinking it down.