Page 48 of Soulless Saint

He cupped my breast in his palm, his lips falling apart as he rubbed the nipple between the pads of his thumb and index finger, drawing a muted cry from my lips.

He smirked at that, his gray-blue eyes meeting mine in the steam with a challenge. “Thought you didn’t want to know me.”

“I don’t,” I gasped and he punished me with a tug on my nipple that sent fucking lightning bolts right down to my pussy.

“Is that so?”

He dipped his head before I could reply, sucking the opposite nipple into his mouth while he continued stroking the other one with tortuous slowness.

My back arched into him, and I could feel his smug smile against the mound of my breast as he lashed my nipple with his tongue, but I didn’t care.

I could go back to ignoring him in ten minutes.

Maybe fifteen.

Okay, twenty.

I cried out as he bit down with his teeth, my cunt aching with need. I tried to reach for his hair, to tug him away, but he drew my wrists up, pinning them with one hand above my head against the shower tile as he continued to suck and lick and bite.

“Fuck,” I cursed, my knees going weak, thinking if he just kept going I might be able to come from his nipple play alone.

That would be a damn first.

In a moment of clarity, I realized I knew why a good guy would never be enough. Good guys didn’t touch you like bad guys did. They didn’t push the limits. Hold you down. Make you insane with need. Make you scream.

No. Good guys poked you with their morning wood and told you to jump on.

Kaleb pressed into me and the feel of his erection hard and long through his shorts was enough for me to forgive him from stopping the downright charitable work he was doing with his tongue.

Lubricated enough from the water, I managed to tug a wrist free, shoving it down between us to get a better feel of what I was about to be working with. He jerked at my touch, gritting his teeth, his head tipped back with a groan.

When his chin dropped back down, his eyes were filled with a lust that bordered on madness.

I tugged my other hand free and ripped down his shorts, the slap of the wet material hitting the floor ringing in my ears as I marveled at what I was certain was close to nine inches of solid steel.

My mouth watered, wanting to taste him, to feel him at the back of my throat.

“What are you—”

His next word was choked off on a violent growl as I took him into my mouth. Kaleb’s hand twisted in my hair, grasping it at the base of my skull. Salty precum hit my tongue, and I moaned, working his tip with my tongue.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said on an exhale, and I smiled around his length in my mouth. I knew I was good at this. More than good. I was the best.

I pumped his base as I sucked and flicked at his head with my tongue, focusing on that sensitive spot on the underside. Once his legs were shaking though, it was my turn. So to speak…

I wanted him deep. I wanted him to use me like a toy and fuck my throat like it owed him rent.

I gagged lightly as I pushed my head forward, his girth stretching my mouth to its limits as he tapped the back of my throat, a string of curses falling from his lips.

Kaleb’s fist in my hair tightened, and I opened wider for him, urging him on. He obliged with slow purposeful thrusts into my mouth, each time testing the limit of how much I could take.

“God damn,” he groaned, pulling free of my lips to allow me a gasping breath, appreciating the angle of me on my knees for him maybe a little too much. “Where the fuck have you been?”

I opened my mouth for him again, but he jerked me back up to standing, crushing his lips to mine instead, his tongue slipping in to taste himself on my tongue. I yelped into his mouth, my core tightening, flipping as if I dived off a cliff instead headfirst into him. The sensation scattered out into my limbs like the roll of thunder.

My hands went around his neck, and he lifted my legs from the ground, guiding them to wrap around his middle, his erection pressing flat against my soaked entrance.

“Please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control,” he muttered between vicious kisses that were leaving me without any air left in my lungs. Making me dizzy. Drunk off the feel of him.

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