Page 114 of Taint My Soul

“Fuck, harder.” I plead.

“You can do better for me, little devil.” His voice deepens with mirth, and a serious expression settles shortly after. “Beg.” He whispers. He slows his thrusts.

“Please… please fuck me harder. Please, darling.” That single freaking word escapes me even before I can open my eyes. My eyes meet his expression. He’s completely taken aback, but with the way his eyes mellow, he fucking loves it.

“Say that again.” His voice is too ragged that I barely hear his words.

His thrusts, silencing me.

“Say it.” He almost pleads.

“Please.” I search his eyes and wait.

“No, not that.”

“Darling?” I lift my brow. He inhales sharply and leans closer, pressing a kiss on my lips. “Darling.”

And god-fucking-damn, the edges of his vision soften, and his skin burns with scorching heat, brows knitting with a ravishing intensity. He pulls out of me, lubricating his dick and my hole before he buries himself into me again.

He thrusts, setting a faster pace. “That’s my good fucking boy.” His words are breathless, and I’m too wrapped up in the pleasure I’m receiving that all I can do is moan and pump my length.

He leans in and clamps my skin in between his teeth until a faint bloom of color appears on my dark skin. A slow grin forms on his lips as he looks at me with a satisfied expression. My gaze flickers to the reddened mark on my skin.

“Look at that.” He murmurs, voice rough around the edges. “You look so fucking pretty with my mark on your skin.”

“I like it.” I admit with a smile.

“Yeah. You like the way I fuck you, too?” His voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yes, darling.” I pull my bottom lip with my teeth. He takes my lips in a kiss. My hand strokes my dick relentlessly. “Let me ride you.”

He laughs and pulls out of me. “Such a greedy boy.” He sprawls on the couch, legs spread apart, hands resting on the arm of the couch. He slaps his hands on his thighs. “Come on, take what you want from me.” I stroke over his throbbing length with saliva and straddle against him, then I slowly guide him inside of me.

My back arches, a satisfied moan escaping me as my hands circle his shoulder. He rests his hands on my waist as I ride him. My balls tighten, my breath turns sharp and ardent. My dick swells with an incoming irresistible pleasure that washes over me as I cum all over him. “Fuck, fuck.” I stare down at his coated stomach.

He smirks. “Fuck.” He pulls me closer and begins to thrust into me. Before I can fully recover from the orgasm, Saint’s beautiful voice pours through my dulled senses. “Look at the fucking mess you’ve made. I’ll have a good time cleaning myself up.” He smirks, and damn, I’m too fucking wrapped up in this to make out his words.

He picks up his pace, biting and kissing all over my heated skin. “Fuck. Come on.” His hands tighten around my waist as I meet him thrust for thrust. My body clenches around him and he whines under his breath. “I’m closer.” He groans. His pace quickens then slows as he cums. His dick throbs inside me at every jerk of his release. His length softens over time, and his dick slips out of me.

But he’s not fucking done yet. He dives into my chest, licking all over my skin. A soft chuckle escapes my lips when he pulls my nipple with his teeth.

“Saint.”

“Oh, baby.” He places his hand on my nipples and flicks over the sensitive skin.

“Yeah.”

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Show me.” His jaw flexes when he speaks again.

“Show you what?”

“Show me. I want to see how fucking perfect your ass is while it has my cum inside you. Come on. Hold your legs back and show me.”

My cheeks flush with equal parts heat and embarrassment. He leans off of me and goes on his knees while I pull my legs backward.