Page 113 of Taint My Soul

“So, what are you thinking about?”

“I’m terrified, Saint. My past…”

“I’ll take care of it, little devil.” His thumb lifts to my cheek and brushes delicately. “You don’t have to worry.”

I give him a solid nod. I straddle him, bare ass grinding against the thickening bulge of his dick. His hands close around my ass cheeks and spread them apart, a slow, heated breath leaving through his parted lips.

“I have thought about you all week, and I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I promise.”

“You make me reckless, little devil.” He grins, eyes filled with doubt. I lean in and take his lips in a kiss.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize and press another desperate kiss on his forehead. And another and another. “Do you like it when I kiss you?”

“Yes.” He admits, eyes glazed with pleasure as his dick jerks beneath me.

“When I touch you.” I run my hands over his chest.

“Yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, baby. I feel this need, little devil.” His eyes burn with lethal intensity. “Don’t ever hurt me again.” He lifts his hand to my throat and tightens playfully. A groan escapes me and my body tightens with want.

“Fuck, I want you inside me.” I groan and put my hands around his shoulders. He brings two fingers to his lips to moisten them, then he brings them to my hole. My back arches the moment his wet fingers rest against my skin.

“I think we have a problem.” I murmur, lips close to his.

“Lube? I wasn’t planning on having sex with you in our new home… yet.”

“Neither was I.” I chuckle. “But we can make it work. Just go slow.”

“I’ll take my time with you.” He promises, grunting as he gets on his feet, hands locking around my waist as we kiss each other ferociously. I take what I want from him and give him what he needs. Swallowing his ragged moans, my hand glides down to his dick and wraps around his shaft, stroking the leaking head of his length.

“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me cum when I haven’t fucked you yet.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he puts me down on the couch, so I’m lying on my back with both of my legs raised backward.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll talk you through it.” He promises.

I don’t expect the unfiltered, breathless moan that escapes my lips when his tongue swipes over my ass. Fuck. “Hold your legs still, baby.” He groans, eyes flickering up to me as he eats me out. My hand rests on his hand, clamping on the short, tight coils of his head as his tongue rims my ass. He doesn’t fucking let up. He doesn’t let me catch a break. Even when my balls ache and pre-cum pools in my abdomen.

There’s a sly grin on his lips when his eyes meet mine before he lifts to position his shaft at my entrance.

“This will hurt a bit, but I’ll take it easy.” He whispers and presses a kiss on my collarbone. He spits into his palm and glides it over his dick, and he does the same to my entrance. His head pops in first, and my lips form an O.

“Relax for me,” he stills, eyes searching my face as he whispers. “That’s it, baby. You’ve got this.” He pushes deeper, and I stare down at the space between our hot, naked bodies, watching his dick halfway inside of me.

My hand rests on his solid chest, and our eyes meet as he smirks at me.

“That’s my good boy.” He praises. “You’re doing so well for me.” He kisses all over my chest, taking my nipples into his mouth. “Fuck you feel so good.” I try to take my eyes off him, but his wrecked voice pulls me back in. “We are both here, baby. You have my trust. I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, yes, I do.” I nod as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I roll my eyes and snake my hand around his ass. My fingers dig into his skin.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby.”

“I want to always look good for you.” My voice is a mess. His dick fills me up, and I push my ass a little higher, so it’s easy for him to glide into me.

He takes my lips in a kiss that matches the intensity of his thrusts inside me.

It’s not too fast or too slow, but it’s so fucking damn perfect. So damn right.

I grip my dick around my fist and pump with the rhythm. He sets the pace, eyes on me, lips hovering barely inches above mine, length pulling out and slamming back into me.