Page 116 of Lawless Rivals

“Don’t you think we should talk about it?” she asks when I lay her down and spread her legs. “We’re complicated…and I really like yo—oh fuck, Saint.”

I’m between her thighs, tongue dragging over her swollen clit, and she’s lost all track of the conversation.

Fuck, she tastes like me and her.

That sweet, salty mix of her pussy and the load I already pumped into her has my cock twitching all over again.

I shouldn’t be this gone for her. Shouldn’t be burying my face like a man starving, but here I am—sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it with the flat of my tongue while two fingers curl deep inside her, stroking that spot that makes her hips jerk off the mattress.

She’s mine right now. That’s all that matters.

Her hands fist in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and I growl into her, the vibration making her whimper.

That needy little sound, so breathy and needy, hits me straight in the chest.

I lap at her slower, worshipping every wet inch of flesh like she’s the only thing in this fucked-up life worth kneeling for.

“Saint—oh God⁠—”

Her thighs start trembling around my ears. I pin them wider with my shoulders, locking her open so she can’t hide from it.

I suck harder, fingers pumping faster, and her whole body bows. Legs shaking now, heels digging into my back as she comes with a choked groan that turns into a full-throated moan.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers in pulsing waves, flooding my tongue, and I keep licking her through it, greedy for every drop.

She’s still gasping, still twitching, when I pull away, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and flip her over onto her belly in one rough motion.

I hitch her hips high, ass up, face down, that perfect curve presented to me for the taking. My hand gathers her hair into a thick ponytail, wrapping it once around my fist.

“Fuck, princess,” I mutter. “You’ll have me up all night.”

I line my cock up and drive in deep, bottoming out in one stroke. She’s soaked, still fluttering from her orgasm, and the wet sound of it has my heart pumping faster.

Using my grip on her hair to arch her back, I pull her onto me with every snap of my hips. The smack of skin fills my room, mixed with her muffled moans into the duvet.

She comes again, her inner walls gripping me so tight I almost lose it. Her legs shake harder this time, whole body trembling as she screams my name. And fuck, I love how it sounds coming out of her mouth.

I pull out, flip her onto her ass, and drop onto the edge of the bed. Before she can catch a breath, I’m manhandling her, my hands on her narrow waist as I drag her onto my lap.

She straddles me, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips. I grip her ass, fingers biting into soft flesh, spreading her as I pull her down onto my cock.

“Ride me,” I growl against her throat, guiding her movements. “Tell me how good it feels. How full ya are.”

A choked groan slips from her lips as she tries to answer, the sound breaking into a whimper that makes my balls tighten.

She rocks on me, slow and deep at first, then faster, grinding her clit against my pelvis with every roll of her hips.

I hold her tight, helping her, one hand still kneading that perfect ass while the other slides up her spine and into her hair.

Her skin is so soft. So fucking silky. The kind of perfection that scares the shit out of me.

Her arms wrap around my neck, tits pressed to my chest, breath hot against my ear as she whimpers and moves.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder, biting to leave a mark, then lick the sting.

“Good girl. I want you bouncing on my cock every fucking night, dripping with my load, so ruined no other man will ever satisfy ya again.”

I grip her ass tighter.