“Yes.” I nod.
“I want you to scream it, Amara. You’re amazing, and beautiful, and I want to hear your voice when you’re out of control.”
“Yes.”
He has no need to worry. When his tongue touches my swollen clit a moment later my voice isn’t any longer my own. It belongs to him. The sudden sensation as he swirls that tongue around my lower lips and over my hot nub makes me lose control, a gasping mewl escaping my mouth as I open it wide and struggle for breath.
“Saint!” I cry as his tongue enters me. He adds a finger and a whimper rumbles from my chest. “Please!”
“Let it go, baby. I’m right here. Give me what you’ve got.”
I feel the liquid pouring out of me a moment later as I shout his name and hear him slurping it, his tongue still prodding my pussy, his fingers moving in and out, his thumb stroking my clit. My body wracks with need, trembling, clenched tight as my orgasm rips through me. I nearly black out from the suddenness of it, throwing my head back over the side of the couch as he continues to eat at me from below, unstoppable. Occasionally, his teeth graze my clit or drag over my lips, and it sends another jolt of sensation up through my body.
“Saint, that’s enough. I can’t take any more. Please…”
I hear him laugh. “Oh, you can,” he says, and that’s when I feel it.
Chapter 5 – Saint
The first slap on her pussy isn’t hard, but it takes her by surprise, and coupled with the fact I’ve got it nice and sensitive with my ministrations it draws exactly what I want from her. The little squeaks and mewls she’s been giving are replaced with a long, drawn out, high-pitched squeal, and I’m only barely able to make out my name among the noise.
“Saint! Saint! Oh, God…”
I grin at my name being mentioned in the same sentence as God, because that’s who I am to her now. I am her God. All her orgasms will be mine, all her needs will be met by me. Even if she slips a hand between those gorgeous thighs—and honestly who could blame her?—and gets herself off, it will be with my image in her head, I have no doubt about that.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and then slap her pussy again, knowing that the heavy weight against her clit is driving her mad. “So beautiful. So perfect. I’m going to enjoy defiling this little pussy, deflowering you, hearing you scream.” I land another blow and her back arches, pressing her naked hips up at me, and I know she’s barely even here anymore, which makes the next words even more surprising.
“Saint, please teach me how to please you,” she says. “I want to make you feel the way I feel right now.”
“I want that too, baby.”
She rolls, bringing that sweet ass into view, and even though I know she’s trying to return the favor I can’t resist landing my palm flat on her left ass cheek, watching it ripple beneath my fingers as she gasps. The scent of her arousal is everywhere, the taste of her cum still on my tongue as I lick my lips. When her dark eyes connect to mine, a second later, half-lidded by those long, sexy eyelashes, I feel like a king. Her king.
Amara shifts on the couch, not bothering to attempt to pull her shirt closed or cover herself, which is just as well because I wouldn’t allow it. I want to see her. Reaching out, I brush strands of mussed hair behind her ear, even as her hands reach out for my pants, eagerly hooking into the waistband and dragging them down off my hips.
If I’d had more time before she was attacked, I would have been showered and changed out of my running clothes, but she doesn’t seem to care about how sweaty I still am. Her eyes widen as she sees my cock curled behind my boxers, and I know I’m not small but I also know that she’s innocent.
“Have you ever seen a cock before?” I ask her and she shakes her head, licking her lips.
“Only in a science book.”
Fuck. I really am her first. “This is no science lesson, Amara,” I tell her. “Biology text books can only tell you so much.”
“I want to learn,” she says. “I want to see it. Can I…?” Her eyes dart to mine, then down to my bulge, and I swear my cock swells another ten inches at the hunger in her gaze.
“You want me to—”
“No, I want to do it.” She bites into her bottom lip as her fingers graze along my waist, tracing the lower edge of my abs, before sliding the waistband of my boxers down. “Oh, God, it’s bigger than I thought. I’m not sure that will ever fit inside me.”