Page 60 of Broken Saint

“Get comfy, Bombshell. You might be up there a while.”

Every muscle below my waist clenches at his filthy promise.

Looking down, I find his heated eyes staring up at me, but not before I take note of my body. Of the lumps and bumps he wouldn’t have seen before.

His eyes narrow as if he can read my thoughts, but seeing as I’m actually sitting on his fucking face, he can’t say anything about them.

Sliding his hands from my thighs, he grips my waist, his thumbs caressing the softness of my stomach as he plunges his tongue inside me, making me cry out.

He works me like he has a fucking roadmap to my body. His tongue and lips drive me wild as his hands tease and caress every inch he can.

With every second that passes, he forces another little worry from my head.

I know they’ll return, just like they did earlier, but for now, I’m going to enjoy the relief.

Twice he pushes me to the edge, and twice he throws me right over, giving me little choice but to come all over his face before his impatience gets the better of him.

“Down you go,” he says, after kissing my over-sensitive clit and effortlessly lifting me down his body. “Put me inside you. I want to watch you ride me like you used to.”

Grasping his thick cock, I work him a couple of times, loving the way his abs clench at my touch and wondering at what point he put another rubber on.

I always did think he had a magical dick.

“Ella,” he warns, knowing that I’m hesitating. “Be a good girl and sit on my dick. I want to watch those tits bounce as you ride me.”

Closing my eyes, I give myself a talking-to before following orders.

I refuse to let my inner demons stop me from taking something I really, really want.

And Colton’s cock is something I really, really want.

16

ELLA

Iwake pinned to the bed and hotter than the sun.

Sweat covers every inch of me and my head spins. No—pounds.

What the fuck did I?—

I open my eyes, and the first thing I’m greeted with is a framed MKU Panthers jersey with the number twenty-two on the front.

Oh my fucking god.

My heart rate picks up as images from the night before begin to play out in my mind like my own private porno.

The famous player and the chubby girl.

I mentally kick myself. At no point last night did Colt make me feel any less, any uglier than I used to be.

It was the opposite of what I expected when I thought about the prospect of standing before him again.

But the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. The dirty things he said.

Without instruction from my brain, my thighs rub together, my pussy slick with arousal.

Thought I’d have worn her out last night. She sure went from zero to sixty in the usage department fast. She had no idea what was about to hit her.

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