Page 13 of Protected By Saint

“Who wasn’t lying?” he asks, coasting his hand slowly up my legs, pushing them apart and leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I flush at how much of myself I am revealing, exposing bits of myself no other man has ever seen or touched. I bite hard on my lip when slides his hand between my thighs, jerking hard when I feel his middle finger graze my sex. “Focus, sweetheart…”

Focus?

On what, his touch?

“W-what?” I whisper dazedly.

“I want you to finish what it is you were telling me. Who wasn’t lying about what?”

Oh. “Buck.” I whimper when he starts rubbing his thumb over my folds, slowly parting my feminine lips with his thick digit. I try to grasp onto my thoughts, but he’s making it hard for me to. I can’t think beyond this man and his touch…

“Who the fuck is Buck?” he demands, his voice laced with possessiveness.

“The… Oh God!” I cry out when his thumb slips past my folds and grazes the sensitive nub. I fall back against the pillows as a delicious heat spreads through my body. How am I expected to concentrate when he’s doing these things he’s doing to me? Heck, I don’t even have it in me to be mortified over my nudity anymore.

“Jade!”

“Huh?”

“Stay with me, precious. Who is Buck?”

Buck? Who?Oh! “The guy…um, the auctioneer.”

The hand between my legs stills at my words. “What about Buck?” There is a dangerous note in his voice that clears a bit of the fog in my head as I try to piece together my thoughts.

“Oh, I…I meant to say that he wasn’t lying when he announced that I was a…that I am a…”

Saint raises a blow as he stares at me, and his expression softens a bit. “A virgin?”

I nod, my cheeks flaring with heat. “Yeah, but I don’t want you to stop,” I hurry to say, embarrassment burning my cheeks. It’s a wonder I haven’t actually caught fire. “I don’t know what I am doing.”

“And what a fucking turn-on that is,” he says thickly, leaning down and kissing my thigh. His warm breath brushes my skin, and my lips part with a gasp at the soft caress. “To know that I am the first man to touch you in any way makes my dick throb. You have no fucking idea, baby.” His lips move up until he’s close to my core. With his eyes locked on mine, he leans down and drags the tip of his nose over my flesh. “Only I get to kiss this pussy, to pleasure it.”

His words are followed by a long lick that has my back arching off the bed. I clench my fingers in the sheets as I try to make sense of what is happening to my body. I lose my mind, white noise replacing all thought as my senses tune to the man, but it seems that he’s done talking.

Saint wraps an arm around my knee and buries his face in my folds, lapping at my arousal like a man on a mission. It’s crude and dirty and intense. The way he drags his tongue over the valley of my sex, groaning with satisfaction at every taste, and God…

God!

I had no idea anything could feel this way. That my body was capable of experiencing sensations as strong as these, but I discover that we can go further as he drags his wet tongue over my clit, lapping at the bud until I’m whining, bucking, and sobbing for some kind of release.

“Oh God, Saint!” I sob, tearing at the sheets, my breathing growing labored as he eats me like a buffet, like a man starved for years with how greedy he goes about it.

And I slowly lose my mind.

“You taste so fucking delicious, Jade,” he growls, sliding his free hand up and pinching my nipple. I jolt off the bed at the pleasure that shoots through my body, causing my pussy to flood with moisture, but he forces me back down. Saint pins me to bed with his arm over my hips as every lick, caress, and touch sends me closer and closer to an edge I have never crossed before. An edge that threatens to shake me to the core.

“S-Saint!” I pant, the pressure in my abdomen growing stronger, but it all explodes when his mouth closes hotly around my clit. My back arches, and I dig my heels into the mattress as waves of pleasure roll through my body, each stronger than the last. “Oh God,” I sob as my body trembles, hips rearing off the bed as his lips stay latched on my clit, drawing on the bud through my orgasm. I feel it from my scalp to the tips of my toes as they curl with the pleasure.

It lasts an eternity, and I am still shaking when he pulls away, eyes burning with desire as he crawls up my body. He licks at his glistening lips, those dark eyes locked on mine as he settles between my parted legs. “You are a fucking dream, Jade. I could get drunk on your taste alone,” he says hoarsely, tugging down his pants. “I could spend what’s left of my life buried between your thighs, worshipping your pussy, and die a happy man.”

His words send butterflies dancing in my tummy, and as I stare into those blue eyes, I find myself falling under their spell. So much so that I completely miss him stripping off his pants, and when my attention is brought back, I try not to look down at his cock.

But as if drawn by a magnetic force, my eyes drop between us, and there’s no holding back the gasp that slips out.

He’s huge. Big enough to cause a boatload of doubt slipping in. I stare at his shaft, and for the first time, I question if I may have perhaps bitten off more than I can chew. There is no way I can take that! Not without years of practice. Not ever, I don’t think.

He grabs my legs when they start to close, grasping my chin with the other hand and forcing my gaze to his. The doubt in my eyes disappears when they connect with those intense blues. I am reminded of the first time my eyes locked with his back at the Den. Something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t look away, and in this moment, seconds away from losing my virginity to this man, I realize that it was trust.

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