Page 49 of Broken Saint

“What is this? A photoshoot for GQ or something?” I ask as I’m whisked through the living area in favor of the bedroom.

I barely get a glance at the massive bed and the huge expanse of windows that showcase Seattle before the world spins around me and I’m thrown down on said bed.

“Some things never change, huh? Colton Rogers always thinks with his dick,” I tease as he stands at the foot of the bed with his arm over his head, ready to tug his shirt from his body.

He stills at my comment and slowly lowers his arm, regret shining in his dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry. I just…fuck.” Lifting his arm once more, he combs his fingers through his hair until it looks like it hurts. “Do you want a drink? Something to eat?”

Sitting up, I slide to the end of the bed as pain and confusion flicker across his face.

“I was teasing.” Wrapping my hands around his thick thighs, I drag them up, loving the way his muscles bunch.

“I-I was just…” He swallows as I close on the bulge in his pants. “Following through on my promise to—fuck, Bombshell,” he barks as I rub him through the fabric.

I hold his eyes, watching as they dilate and his lids lower.

“Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you in the park?” he groans.

“Something tells me quite hard,” I tease, squeezing his length with the final word.

“Fuck, yeah. So hard.”

I make quick work of his belt with my free hand, and in only seconds, I have his fly open and I’m dragging his jeans and boxers over his ass and down his thighs. His cock springs free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Oh my god.

I can’t help but smile as my core aches to feel him stretching me open. Safe to say I haven’t felt anything that big down there for a while.

I probably should send Chad’s boss a condolence card, because hell knows she’s mourning his missing inches right now.

“Bombshell, I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be laughing,” Colt says, amusement laced through his tone. Arrogant fuck knows I’m not laughing at his cock.

“Sorry,” I whisper, leaning forward to lick his slit to make up for it.

His taste explodes on my tongue, and instantly, it’s five years ago.

Anything that’s holding me back shatters to nothing, and as Colt groans in pleasure, I sink down on his length.

“ELLA,” he booms when he hits the back of my throat, his fingers tightening in my hair, holding me in place.

My lungs and eyes burn, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bringing this powerful enigma of a man to his knees was always my favorite thing to do.

Sliding my palms around to his solid ass, I pull back before licking him and sinking back down.

“Holy fuck. So good. So fucking good,” he praises as I drive him crazy. “Fucking addicted to your mouth, Bombshell.”

Flutters erupt in my belly and between my thighs as his grip tightens and he begins to lose control.

Upping my pace, I suck hard, taking him deeper until his shaft swells thicker and he roars, his deep voice bouncing off the walls around us as he spills his seed down my throat.

“Fuuuuck, you’re such a good girl taking my cock, baby,” he praises, making heat pool between my thighs as I clean him up.

Once I’m done, I rest back on my palms and stare up at him.

All the things he wants to do to me play out in his eyes, and my nerves return.

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