Page 91 of My Fallen Saint

I’m wearing a loose cotton skirt, and he tugs it up, then rips off my panties, the sound of the tearing material echoing against the brick.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands, breathing hard.

“You said we couldn’t.”

“Tell me you want it,” he repeats, his voice hard.

“Are you insane? Yes. Dammit, I want you to fuck me.” I’m fumbling at his fly as I speak, and he roughly brushes my hand away, taking over that task himself.

“Back pocket. My wallet.”

I reach around and pull it out. He takes it, removes a condom, then drops the wallet on the ground before sheathing himself. Then he grabs my ass and hoists me up, at the same time, slamming my back against the brick wall. I lock my legs around his hips, arching toward him as he teases my soaking wet sex with the tip of his cock.

One hand steadies my ass and the other cups my neck. It’s dangerous and hot and I just about lose it when he tightens his grip and slowly teases his cock into me. Shallow thrusts at first, and I whimper in protest because I want to be fucked. Impaled. Taken.

“Please,” I beg, and it really is a magic word. He slams hard inside me, and I cry out, “Yes, yes!” and I must be loud because he moves his hand from my throat to my mouth, effectively gagging me as he thrusts deeper and deeper as my body clenches around him, drawing him in as the pressure builds and builds and I release a wild, feral scream into the palm of his hand even as he empties himself inside me.

I’m off on some other planet, but when I come back, I collapse onto him, my arms going around his neck, my head falling to his shoulder.

Then he eases back, and I slide off of him, letting him settle me back onto the ground, weak, unstable knees and all.

I look up at him, breathing hard, to find him looking back at me. For a while, we simply stare at each other. “You never told me why,” I finally say. “Why did you set up the DSF in Laguna Cortez?”

“Because Laguna Cortez is the only place I was ever truly happy.” His eyes lock on mine. “I would have thought you could figure that out on your own.”