Page 73 of A Dish Best Served Hot

“Coño.” His hands fisted the edge of the bed. “Si supieras lo que me haces.”

She slunk closer until she was between his thighs. “I can see what I do to you.” She leaned in until the tips of her breasts just barely brushed his chest. His body went rigid. His arms jerked as if he were going to grab her, but he stopped himself. She gave his cheek a soft kiss right at the corner of his mouth. “Good boy,” she whispered.

He shivered. “Lola,” he murmured.

“I get tested regularly. Everything has always come back negative.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and then ran them down his torso until her fingertips touched the waistband of his jeans.

“Me too even though it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. I also use condoms regularly.”

She lowered to her knees as she unbuttoned and unzipped him. “I just want to make sure you’re okay if I use my mouth with no protection.”

“Fuck yes.” The words were more a puff of air than sound.

Lola absolutely loved that she’d reduced this lawfully good man to nothing but curse words and panting need and she hadn’t even put her mouth on him yet. She tugged at his jeans and boxer briefs and he lifted his hips without prompting. She leaned in and kissed his lower abdomen as a reward.

He sucked in a breath.

She pulled his pants, underwear, and socks off and tossed them to the side. Starting at his big feet she massaged her way up his legs, stopping to give his calves some extra attention before moving on to his knees. She noticed a scar on his thigh. She looked up to ask him about it and was met with the sight of his hand wrapped around himself and stroking. “Hey.” She gave his leg a little tap. “I said no touching.”

“You told me I couldn’t touch you, not myself.”

“I told you to be good,” she returned.

He squeezed harder and moved faster. “This is good.”

“It looks good.” She placed her hands over his. “Move your hand.”

He did so immediately.

Lola knew how difficult that had to have been for him, but he told her he’d follow her orders so he did it. As a reward Lola grabbed him and took over where he’d left off.

He let out a rough grunt.

Then she used her mouth and he let out a steady stream of curses, dirty praise, and pleas.

Lola couldn’t think of a time she’d ever felt so empowered. She had this man completely at her mercy and they were both loving every second of it.

“Lola,” he panted. “I don’t want to come like this. Not before I’ve touched you.”

Lola ignored him because she absolutely wanted him to come like this. She wanted to know that she’d done this to him.

“Lola.” His voice was all dark warning.

She kept right on going.

Saint’s patience snapped. “It’s my turn now.” He used the hand in her hair to roughly but not painfully pull her away. Before she could protest he kissed her just as roughly, using the extreme heat between them to forge their mouths together. He lifted her to her feet with that same grip, stood, and switched their positions. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and he released her mouth to drop to his knees in front of her. “You think torture is fun, do you?” He put one big hand on her chest and pushed her down until she was flat on her back. He grabbed her panties and yanked them down her legs. “Let’s see if you feel the same way in a minute.” Then he spread her legs wide and put his mouth on her.

Lola almost laughed thinking he was too hungry to torture her, but boy was she wrong. It went on forever. He’d bring her right to the brink and then back off. She tried demands, curses, dirty words, everything she could think of and still he played with her. “Saint, please. I can’t take any more. Please,” she begged again and again.

It seemed likepleasereally was the magic word, because Saint said, “Okay. I’ll let you come, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes I can,” Lola practically wailed. “I promise I can, but please.”

He moaned. “I love it when you beg me like that, all sweet and needy.”

“Please,” she whined again.

“Good girl,” Saint murmured against her flesh and then dove back in. This time he didn’t play with her. He applied himself to the task with gusto.

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