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He stops and moves his body up so his face is level with mine. He kisses my neck again and whispers in my ear, “You are fucking driving me insane, Feisty Pants.”
I am so ready to have him inside me that I really don’t care he called me that again.
I grab his face and look him directly in the eye. “Fuck me, Sainte!”
He chuckles “I told you you’d be begging for it.”
“Please,” I beg.
He sits back on his legs and fumbles with his jeans. He frees his cock and strokes it. Nothing turns me on more than to watch a man stroke himself.
“Now, Sainte!” I demand.
He winks. “You want this, baby?” he asks, continuing his hand’s movement.
“Yes,” I reply, breathless.
Before I know it, he positions himself so he can push his beautiful cock inside me. Gentle, he is not. He pushes in hard and immediately thrusts, hitting my G-spot every time. I feel his cock throbbing inside me as he pushes me to the edge. His constant rhythm hitting that perfect spot causes my orgasm to spiral out of control.
“Come deep inside me, Sainte!” I scream, the orgasm so intense my entire body is on fire.
He reaches his orgasm, and his warm cum fills me up as he continues to thrust. It’s a good thing I’m on the pill. We both are sweating and lost in the moment.
On the scorecard of life: Honey one, Sainte zero. I knew in that moment I had him.I win!
And then he says, “You gonna sleep here tonight, or are ya planning to go back to your room?”
I’m totally taken aback by his question. I assumed he wanted me to stay with him.
“I uh, well, I had planned on staying here.”
“Suit yourself,” he says as he gets under the covers and rolls over on his side.
Fuck! Tie game! He’s gonna be harder to break than I thought.
Chapter 7
Sainte
I woke the next morning and found Honey gone. I expected as much. Did she really think she could play me? I knew what she was up to all along. I wasn’t born yesterday, and by playing along with her, I got laid. Win-win in my book. I’m kinda mad at myself for not playing along longer, but now, she knows I’m onto her. Still lying in bed, I can’t help but laugh at the expression on her face when I asked her if she was leaving or staying. It was priceless. I have to say, it was a smooth move on my part.Not to mention she was a good fuck.Indeed she was, and I am sure there will be plenty more where that came from. I’m sure in time I’ll be her new addiction. Once she starts, she won’t be able to stop.Yeah, I’m a cocky SOB.
Other than showing her where I stood, one other thing came from last night’s escapades: Honey didn’t snort any coke while she was with me. It’s probably the longest she has gone since she started back.
I know I can’t cure her, but I can make sure she gets the help she needs. She also has to openly admit she has a problem and want help before any healing can happen. From what I’ve been told, she’s been through this before. I understand it was before she came to the MC, but she still knows the drill. And once she figures out that Ice isn’t gonna put up with her shenanigans, she’ll see she has only two options: get clean or get out.
I get out of bed, pleased with myself, and get in the shower. Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed and heading downstairs. I’m surprised to find Honey sitting at the bar with her cup of coffee.She got up early this morning.Yeah, probably because she wasn’t so fucked up last night. But still, progress.
“Good morning, Feisty Pants,” I say as I pass her and head into the kitchen.
She doesn’t say anything back, but I hear her grumble a bit.
I get my coffee and head back toward the bar. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
She glares at me. “Nope, just the wrong bed.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” I laugh, and it seems to piss her off more. She’s looking pretty ragged, which I take as a good sign. She still hasn’t taken a hit since yesterday. Maybe she does have this under control now that she knows someone is watching her. It’s a good thought, but I doubt it.
I take a sip of my coffee. “So, darlin’, what’s on the agenda for today?”
