Page 49 of Soulless Saint

“I am,” I hiccupped, and he grimaced, his hips swaying back as he adjusted his angle. My lips parted on a surprised gasp just a second before he fully sheathed himself inside me, my back meeting the wall behind me with a wet thud.

The push of his cock was like a punch against the dam of my cervix. A hard breath gasped from my lips, and I clawed at his tatted back, my eyes rolling at the blissful fullness of him buried deep inside me. The sound of his own pleasure, loud in my ears, almost had me coming undone right there and then.

There was nothing and I meant fucking nothing hotter than a man who wasn’t afraid to make some noise in the bedroom.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Becca,” he crooned against my cheek, his stubble scraping along my jaw. I rolled my hips against him, begging him without words to move.

I needed him to fuck me hard. Fuck me raw. It’d been months. Months since I’d been with anyone, and fuck what I said about not needing more than a few toys to get me by. There was nothing better than this.

Kaleb wrapped his thick arms around me, gripping me hard to keep me in place for him against the wall as he straight up abused my pussy. He jackhammered my pussy, grunting with every thrust that somehow managed to hit deeper, better, than the last, reaching parts of me with nerve endings I didn’t even know I had.

He shuddered, burying his face in my wet hair as he fucked me against the wall, his breathing becoming stilted. Ragged. Signaling that he was close.

He growled, dropping my legs to let them fall before jerking out of me only to spin me around, pressing my chest flat against the wall as he entered me again from behind.

My breath fogged the tile as he gripped my hips, bending at his knees to get the perfect angle to buck up into me with hard, quick strokes. “Fuck me,” he choked out, his breaths becoming labored, signaling that he was close.

“Harder,” I urged him, pushing my ass into his lower abdomen, arching my back to help him push up deeper.

Kaleb pushed a hand between my stomach and the wall, dragging rough fingers low to grab me by the cunt. My fingernails dug into the grooves in the tile as he rubbed my clit hard and fast, his fingers gliding back and forth through my slippery wetness as he continued to fuck me from behind.

“Come on, Becca,” he pleaded. “Come for me.”

The strain in his voice twisted something in my chest, wringing my orgasm from me ready or not as he settled on the perfect pressure and rhythm with both his fingertips and his cock.

“Fuck!” I shouted against the wall as my core tightened, gushing for him as his voice rose to meet mine in rough panting groans, growing higher and higher until…

I detonated, screaming my release as my vision splintered into a thousand broken pieces, my pussy tightening around him as he poured into me. My heart beat a violent rhythm in my chest, skipping beats as every muscle tensed, burning brightly. Aching so fucking sweetly my eyes watered with the force of it.

And just as swiftly, my body went limp against the wall, knees giving out, legs refusing to hold me up as I struggled to gulp air into my lungs, my body trembling from the aftershocks. Kaleb pulled me to him as he slid down against the wall, and I could do little more than fall with him, my head lolling back against his chest, our feet splayed out past the shower curtain.

“That was…” Kaleb trailed off, dropping his cheek against my head.

“Never going to happen again,” I finished between panting breaths, trying unsuccessfully to regather my strength. Pull away.

I felt his chest rumble beneath me with quiet laughter and my irritation came crashing back with a vengeance.

“Fuck you,” I shoved him without any real strength behind it, using his beefy chest to push myself up from the floor. “And your stupid fat cock.”

His lips pulled to one side, exposing that single dimple in his cheek as the water rushed over his head in a steady stream. He peered up at me through one slitted eye as he opened his mouth to gulp down some water.

“You just did,” he teased, and heat rushed up my neck.

I reached over, twisting the shower knob to frigid bitch temperature with a smirk of my own before drawing the curtain back shut and rushing out of the changing room. I threw a towel around myself, the sound of his curses following me all the way out of the yoga studio.

“My boys!” Ma crooned, ushering us into the house. It smelled of her famous brown sugar meatballs and mashed potatoes and for the first time in days I actually felt hungry.

“Come on, you’re late,” she chided, dragging Kaleb along by the wrist. “Dinner’s going to get cold. Help me bring everything to the table, would you?”

“Where’s Dad?” Kaleb asked, letting her lead him off to the kitchen while I went in search of Dad myself.

My stomach growled, panging painfully and I cleared my throat, fighting the urge to maintain an upright position. After the shit that went down at the meet with The Warden out in the canyon, I couldn’t focus on anything but finding these fuckers.

Well, that and my ever fucking persistent fascination with Rebecca Hart. I thought after she told me off the other night that would be it, but no. I still had to exert massive amounts of control to stay away from her. Every time I drove past Death Before Decaf—and I drove by way too fucking often—it was a study in resistance not to drive right through the front of the building and…

I exhaled heavily, banishing the thoughts from my mind.

I figured Becca was like a bad habit. All I needed to do was resist her long enough and I’d be free.

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