Page 74 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

Pleasure shoots through me, intense and feverish.

"Saint?" I mumble while he continues those light caresses over my clit again and again.

"Yeah, Tiny?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Does this not feel good?" He asks, rubbing harder for one second before returning to that light caress.

"Oh, it feels good," I agree, letting my head fall back against the bed.

"Then what's the rush?"

I don't answer for a moment, and Saint takes the opportunity to suck my clit into his mouth, plunging a finger deep into me. I moanloudly.Saint hums, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting higher.

"I think you know," I answer when I have enough breath.

"I want to hear you say it." He replies, spitting on my pussy again, spreading my wetness and his around, caressing my clit, roughly fucking me with his fingers.

Saint does it again and again, and I moan. It feels good, but it's not enough.

Growling, I lock eyes with Saint and answer, "I want you to fill me up, Saint. I want you to bury your cock in my pussy and fuck me like a little slut."

Saint chuckles again, rising to his knees. Slowly, he pulls his shorts off, thick cock springing free. "Good girl, I like it when you use your words."

My mouth waters as he strokes himself slowly, then settles back between my legs. Again, he spits, though this time in his hand, using it to get his cock wet.

Even though I said I want him to fuck me like a slut, he still takes his time, lifting my hips-roughly- from the mattress to bring my pussy to his mouth.

"Oh-"I squeak when he lifts me, moaning deliriously when he holds me there for his devouring.Saint sucks my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.

All too soon, he lets me down, but then he's lining his cock up at my entrance, sliding in deep but slowly. Letting me adjust to the stretch and the fullness.

"Fuck,"I moan, tilting my hips to give him better access.

"Let me hear you, baby, I like that smart mouth of yours." Saint croons, rocking slowly.

"Fuck, you feel good," I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips. He grabs my knees and pulls them apart when I try to hook them around his back, keeping me open, pinned.

Saint groans, plunging into me faster and harder. My nails leave little red marks down his chest as I paw at his skin, desperate for every inch of him.

With one hand, he roughly pulls my bralette down, exposing my nipples to his exploration when he leans down, sucking one into his mouth, pausing those delicious thrusts.

I clench around him, relishing in the fullness of having Saint fully seated inside me, unmoving. "Hmm," Saint hums, pushing impossibly deeper. "That's right, Tiny."

Slowly, he pulls out inch by inch. When he pulls out almost all the way, he slams roughly back in, capturing my moans on his tongue.

Saint does it again, and again and again, and then a fourth time- and I fracture apart, screaming out his name as pleasure fizzles across my skin.

"Fuck, Yeah, Tiny. Do it again," He orders, grabbing my face in his palm and forcing me to look at him.

"Alright, bossy boots. Make me then." I sass back, sticking out my tongue. He then grabs both legs, holding them together and slightly to the side.

Then, Saint spits in my mouth, slamming deep into my pussy again and again.

"Fuck-"I hiss, eyes rolling back. Saint taps the side of my face lightly, snapping my focus back to him.

"Look at me, Tiny. Look at me while you cum like a little slut on my dick," He orders, stomach muscles contracting and stretching in time with his thrusts, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out with ease louder than our breaths.