Page 101 of Taint My Soul

I’m doing this because I want him, and what even makes it better is that he wants me too.

Every single bit of me.

My dick hardens between my parted thighs, jutting and leaking pre-cum even though it’s barely an hour since I came down his throat.

His dick throbs hot and flustered in my mouth. Jerking as he fucks into the heat of my mouth in slow, measured thrusts. “That’s it. Give me more.” I plead.

His spine arches off the white sheets of the bed. I lift my gaze to him. And damn, he looks so fucking ruined. Ruined for me. Eyes dark, breath rough, restraint hanging by a thread.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking and sucking his length, enjoying the way his composure cracks under my touch until he’s a whimpering mess.

I touch him tenderly.

Skin against skin, even as the sting of betrayal claws on my back.

What’s more important is now. I can figure out how to get around this later. After all, I have always survived, even though I’m terrified of the possibility of Saint ever understanding me.

I hold on to this feeling between us because it’s the only thing I have. It’s the only thing I have acknowledged since we left that prison.

My tongue rolls around the crown of his penis, over the urethral opening. My lips tug into a mischievous little grin as I watch him jerk and whimper at the pleasure he receives from me.

The gentle pleasure he deserves.

“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, and his head tips back slowly. “That’s it, little devil. I’m only yours to ruin. Only yours.” His words carry a heavy weight. He whines under his breath. Voice thick with unbearable pleasure. Then he cums, his hot release flooding my taste buds. His fingers clench around the sheets of the mattress as he rides the intensity of the orgasm.

I lean in, nudging his legs apart, knees placed between his thighs. I drop my lips against his lips in a soft velvet kiss and smile at him.

“Do we need the lube now?” He asks.

“Be patient. We still have more time until daylight.”

“Don’t forget, we’re going to see the house before anything else today. I can come in late at work, I own the company.”

“I don’t mind that either.”

“Come on, let’s have a bath.” I get off the bed and regain my footing, extending my hand to him. He grunts as I pull him up, our chests colliding on impact as he kisses me one more time.

As we enter the bathroom, soft golden light spills across white marble floors. A glass shower enclosure stands opposite the marble vanity, and a chrome-clawed bathtub sits closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows. We slip into the glass enclosure, and I twist the knob, turning on the shower. The warm water spills, rolling down our skin. Saint laughs lowly. We stand opposite each other, but close. He inches nearer and places his forehead against mine. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“I had a great time, and I loved it.” I tell him. “And you? Did you like it?”

“Yes, I did.” His expression loosens with vulnerability. I bite my lower lip in contemplation. “Did you really mean it when you said you could end my uncle?”

“All I need is your command?” His gaze holds me steady, and his hands slide around my waist. My skin tickles with warmth, but it’s not enough to stop the confusion that desolates my thoughts. Even if he takes him out, I have to face the consequences. Whether I liked it or not, David still owes Vincent a debt I’m not aware of. And if I end David’s life, that debt falls on my head. I’m also not sure how Saint will take all of this, considering that my entire existence threatens his legacy.

“Hey, little devil. Only if you want me to.” His hand rests against my cheek and caresses tenderly.

I give him a tight-lipped smile and wrap my hands around his muscular frame, leaning into his broad chest.

After a while, we take turns washing each other, and then rinse off the soap suds. As I switch off the shower, he takes my hand, and he looks at me hopefully. “You’ll do great.” I reassure him.

When we return to the bedroom, he gets into the bed first, keeping his eyes on me. The air between us twists thick with heat and tension. I follow suit, taking the lube from the mattress. “Hold your legs back.” I tell him. His hands slide around his thighs, and he lifts his legs backward, exposing himself to me. A quick gasp escapes his lips when a drop of lube lands against his sensitive skin. When my finger touches the spot, he quivers, pulse frantic with need.

I start slow, lubing up my finger and sliding into him easily. “Does it hurt?” I ask.

“No.” He hums. “Go deeper. I can take it.” A sultry moan escapes his lips.

I push in deeper, stroking gently. He chews on his bottom lip, and I apply more lube at his entrance, then slide in a second finger, stretching him carefully. My fingers massage the nerves of his prostate, and a breathless moan leaves his lips. “Fuck, that feels so good. I want more.” He whispers. Need devastates his deep voice.