Chapter 35 Indie #2
But I take the reverse, wrapping my lips around his cock, causing Saint to throw his head back, his hands fisting as both slam against the mirror, sounding a crack, and he grits through his teeth.
“Fuuck.” The way that growl rumbles through his chest has my thighs trying to squeeze together, the skin slick with my wetness, missing his friction.
I take him a little bit deeper, and his grey eyes blaze into mine.
“You tap my thigh if you want to stop,” he breathes, and I hum in response, causing him to flex his ab muscles.
I know Saint wouldn’t ever hurt me. He used to push me, take me close to my boundaries and then destroy any limits I thought I had.
But he’s never caused me harm, not the way they did.
He’s surging the power through me.
He’s letting me take control.
They tried to break it.
I draw my cheeks together, sucking as my hand guides my pace. The gym fills with Saint’s harsh breaths and the sloppy movements of my lips around him.
Watching him come undone used to send me feral.
He looks like a man who’s never been fazed by anyone, but I know different.
The memories have a spring coiling tightly inside me.
I run my tongue up his length, and Saint’s head hangs between his shoulders. His hungry gaze burns into mine whilst he watches me, voice rough but like a ribbon over my skin.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth, baby.”
Everything comes flooding back, all the intimate memories I’d lock down to prevent myself from losing my mind.
Saint would always call me darling, but whenever he’d fuck me, when we were so lost in each other our minds were completely numb, he’d call me baby.
Hearing it from others used to make me cringe, but with him?
It would liquify my bones.
I swirl my tongue around his head, before taking him fully again. I try to get him further down my throat, but my lack of practice has shunted me, and I end up swallowing around him, but it causes his hips to buck.
Tears well in my eyes as I work him with my mouth and hand, massaging my tongue against the sensitive muscle under his head, and he loses it.
A hand slaps against the mirror, and I swear I hear a crack in the glass.
His hips thrust, fucking my mouth like I so desperately want him to do to me.
When he stills, I slink my hand behind his thigh as cum slips down my throat, feeling the veins pulsing against my inner cheeks.
I pull him out, and I’m gasping, my lungs fighting for air as I stare up at him through watery eyes.
I rise on shaky legs, but then he drops to his knees this time, and the little oxygen I did regain is stolen by the sight before me.
His finger hooks beneath the hem of my panties, and I shift my hips, the material slowly sliding along my skin, leaving me bare.
His breathing is heavy, the muscles across his shoulders flexing as he fights for control.
He glances up at me, a silent request passing between us, and I tilt my chin in response.
I hook my leg over his shoulder; his lips graze along my inner thigh, causing the skin to erupt with electricity as he works his way to the apex of my thigh.
“You were always so fucking perfect,” he breathes against my sensitive pussy, licking his lips and placing a wet kiss against my core.
My clit feels like it’s on fire, crying out for attention as my chest moves in rapid shifts, his eyes burning silver into mine.
When his mouth ghosts against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the sensation instantly has my head going back, a whimper leaving my lips. “Oh God.”
That expert tongue sizzles against me, his licks and strokes causing my hips to buck and his grip on my thighs to tighten.
I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, then two. The concoction of that and his adept movements causes my vision to blur.
Just when I’m teetering on the edge, he curls them inside me, and my moans turn into outright cries, my fingers pawing through his hair to try and keep me rooted with gravity.
Pulling away, he says, “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” then places a featherlight kiss on my inner thigh.
“Yes.”
My voice is unrecognisable as it’s laced with lust and willingness to freefall into oblivion.
“Then look at me, Indie.” My heavy eyes stare down at him, unfocused. “Remind me what it’s like to watch you come undone.”
My orgasm shatters the moment my eyes manage to lock with his.
They don’t stay there long, rolling to the back of my head as the bliss sweeps me away.
My hands slide with the condensation building on the glass. I almost collapse with the weakness in my knees. His name wraps around the cries coming from my lips.
An unforgivable prayer indeed.
Saint’s tongue glides along my slit, the painfully slow movement causing me to buck when he reaches my clit, and then he removes his fingers, slipping them into his mouth.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
And I’ve seen this man do it a thousand times in my sinful memories.
Everything he does has a level of heat building inside me.
His pupils expand whilst I watch him, sucking his fingers until he pulls them out. “You’ve just fed a starving man, Indie. Don’t think for a second I’ll hold back next time I get you alone.”
Convulsions rack through my limbs at his promise.
He rises to his full height, and I crane my neck up to look at him. His hot breath ghosts along the shell of my ear; he peppers a kiss as his words send my eyes fluttering shut and my breathing to no longer exist.
“And if you’re a good girl, then I’ll fuck you like a man with a wrath.”