Page 55 of Saving Saul

Fuck.

I guide her up, my grip steady but firm, her legs wobbling as she stands. Her red heels stay on. Because God help me, the sight of her standing there, naked except for those Louboutins, will haunt my every waking thought.

They were worth every damn penny.

"Undress me," I order, voice thick with hunger.

Her breath hitches, but she nods, fingers moving to the buttons of my shirt. Every slow, deliberate tug has her eyes darkening, the sexual tension between us tightening like a wire. By the time she gets to my belt, her hands are shaking.

I grab her wrist before she can unzip me, bringing her palm to my lips. “You nervous, sweetheart?” I tease, kissing her knuckles.

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Not even a little.”

Liar.

I smirk, letting her finish undressing me, watching the way her pupils dilate when my cock springs free, heavy and pulsing for her.

She stares, her mouth parting, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Please," she whispers again, voice thick with desperation.

I grab her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “If you put your hot, wet mouth on me, Tessa, I won’t be able to control myself,” I warn, my thumb dragging across her lips. “I’ll be rough. I’ll use your mouth until I’ve drained every last drop down your pretty throat. And I won’t stop until you’re a messy, shaking little thing beneath me.”

A needy whimper tumbles past her lips.

She wants this.

"Kneel," I command.

She obeys so prettily that I almost come just from the sight. And when she finally wraps her lips around me—holy fuck, I see stars.

I let her work me over, guiding her pace with a fist tangled in her hair, praising her as she sucks me deeper and deeper.

“You love this, don’t you?” I rasp, my head tilting back. “Love being on your knees for me?”

She hums around me, and the vibration nearly wrecks me.

"That's it, baby," I groan. "Show Daddy how much you need this dick."

She chokes and gags slightly but doesn’t stop. Doesn’t want to stop.

And when I can’t hold back any longer, I grab her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “Take every drop, sweetheart.”

With one last deep thrust, I spill into her mouth, my release throbbing down her throat as she swallows like the good girl she is.

I pull out, panting, my knees almost giving out.

Tessa looks up at me, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening, and licks my last remnants from her mouth.

I stare at her like she just stole something from me and won’t give it back. Then, before she can taunt me with that wicked little smirk, I throw her onto the bed and rip her thong clean off.

She gasps, eyes going wide, but I grin.

I wink and murmur, “My turn.”

And then I devour her.

All. Fucking. Night.

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