Page 5 of Saint Baptiste 2

Amou I could translate as easily as Cheri and the others, too. Love. Had never heard that other stuff. Wondered what that was...

“Padone’m. What does?—”

“Mmh. Mmh. Answer me,” he pressed before tugging on my nipple with his teeth again.

I continued to ignore him. Instead, this time with a moan, hoping that would be good enough to distract him. But it wasn’t. Of course. When his mind was set on something, it was set. Saint pulled his lips away from my titty and roughly slapped it. It stung so got damn good.

“Hm?” He grunted, before pinching my nipple, tugging on it, with his eyes locked on mine. I closed them. He told me to open them. I refused. He tugged harder. I moaned. I was at the edge of cumming, and he hadn’t even touched my fucking pussy yet. “Repeat that shit you said to me over the phone.”

“Sain—”

His hand was between my legs before I could get the last syllable in his name out. Leaning in, he wrapped his freehand around my neck and ran the one between my legs up my inner thigh. When his fingers grazed my bare clit, I inhaled and dug the back of my head deeper into the soft pillow.

Fuck.

He caressed her. Delicately, with the tips of his fingers.

“Mmhmm. You missed me, didn’t you?” He whispered into my ear, steady stroking my clit. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t talking to me. He was talking to her. He was always nice to her. Me? Not so much. My pussy got the best treatment. And tonight, I was okay with that. What he didn’t provide emotionally, I was always overcompensated sexually. He couldn’t commit to me, but he committed to her. He gave her everything. Passion. Delicacy. He was always committed to giving her every little thing she needed. And tonight... that was okay. Tonight, I needed it. The rest of me didn’t matter.

He slithered down my body and roughly pulled my legs further apart. I gasped when he rubbed his face against my pussy; the softness of his thick beard against the bare skin felt so got damn good. Saint gripped my thighs and groaned into my pussy before he began to speak against her. His tone was low. So low that if it weren’t for how quiet the room was, I wouldn’t have been able to hear him.

“Mmhmm,” He mumbled, before placing a kiss on my clit. “I missed you too, baby.”

He always missed her.

But, what about me? Did he miss me, too? Before I called him earlier, we hadn’t talked or seen each other for weeks. Had my pussy been the only thing he missed? What about the rest of me? I closed my eyes and exhaled, deciding that there was no room for raw feelings. Not now. Not tonight. They had already been raw enough. I was too close to getting what I needed to miss the opportunity by involving feelings.

He ran his tongue up the slit in my pussy and I gasped at how good it felt. If he missed me or not didn’t matter. At least he missed her. At least he couldn’t resist her.

Again, he grunted, and dug his fingers deeper into my thighs as his grip tightened.

“Tell me...”

That was for me. It was easy for me to decipher between the two. When he spoke to ‘her’ his tone was filled with lust. Compassion. Hunger. With me... it was disdain. Disappointment. Anger. And... pain? Couldn’t have been pain. I could’ve imagined it. I was drunk after all. But pain and I were very well acquainted. I could recognize it anywhere. And tonight, I heard it in his voice. Saw fragments of it hidden behind those fainting flames in his eyes, too.

Our eyes met and like always, his held me captive. I couldn’t look away. Those flames dared me to repeat what I’d said earlier. They urged me to. The words were on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn’t speak. The heaviness of his gaze had rendered me speechless. Nearly breathless. Did he really want me to say it? Was he testing me? What the fuck was this?

“I don’t?—"

“You don’t what? Remember? You said I was afraid of you givin’ my pussy to another nigga,” He interrupted before lowering his eyes between my legs. He licked his lips, leaned forward, and clamped them over my clit. I arched my back as he softly sucked on it. “But you don’t respond to anybody but me. Ain’t that right, beautiful?”

He was talking to my pussy again. With every word, his soft wet lips swiped against my clit and made me shiver. He let go of my thighs and pressed his fingers against the lips of my pussy before separating them. I watched as his eyebrows furrowed before he grunted and went back in.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, as his tongue swept across my clit.

I shuddered. So got damn good. He was right. She didn’t respond to anybody but him. He was her favorite person. Shit, she liked him more than she liked me. He treated her so got damn good.

“Mmmhmm,” He mumbled before he went back to sucking and licking on me as if my pussy was his favorite popsicle. “You can’t give this pretty lil’ pussy to another nigga because she only wants me.”

He then grabbed my waist, pulled me further down the bed and pushed my legs back before hooking his arms over my thighs to trap me in position. I shivered when he ran his thick wet tongue up the slit of my pussy before softly sucking on my clit. He was right. She didn’t want anybody but him. I hated it but God... I loved it. He knew just how to handle me. Aggressive, but gentle too. Only he could get it just right.

I gasped and kept my eyes on the dark ceiling. He was talking again. About how creamy she was. About how sweet she was and how he owned it. I said nothing. Just laid there with my eyes on the dark ceiling while he stole pieces of my soul with every swipe of his tongue. Saint gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, before he clamped his lips over my clit and sucked on it with the perfect combination of aggression and tenderness. I lost it when he lifted my ass from the bed, and he slipped one of his fingers inside of it.

“Mmmh,” He murmured, as I began to squirt on his tongue. “Good girl.”

I clenched the silk sheets, balling them up in my hands, as he took me on yet another earth shattering, body quivering, squirting orgasm he didn’t shy away from. He kept his face in it. Stayed planted. Moaned. Drank from me. Gripped my thighs. Sucked. Slurped. Dove his tongue deep inside of me. Wanted more. He was greedy. Couldn’t get enough of it. He gripped my waist and pulled me further down the bed, suffocating himself with my pussy. He groaned, moving his head from side to side, licking and sucking until he eventually got exactly what he wanted.

More.

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