Page 65 of Pick Six
“You do? It’s not weird?”
“I don’t care what the fuck it is. I want more of it.” He grabs my ass and pulls me down onto him, and he’s rock hard and lined up perfectly with my clit. I want him too much right now and I grind against him, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fucking hot as fuck, Saint. Have you touched yourself thinking about me before?” he asks me as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, and I slide over his cock, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I admit even though I know I’ll probably regret it.
“How often? More than once? Recently?” He’s watching me, and I feel like I’m at the center of a strange interrogation.
“More lately. Yes, and the other night?” I say, looking a little sheepish at the last bit.
“Fuck me,” he grits out and when I open my eyes again, he’s staring at me as if I fascinate him.
“What?”
“I need you, and in the future—when you need me—fucking tell me.”
“So you can do what exactly?”
“Come over. Video chat. Watch you. I don’t fucking care as long as I get to participate. Now get up and take these panties off while I get a condom.”
On my list of things I now like—him bossing me around in that tone. I do as he asks and then turn around and watch him as he ditches the rest of his clothes and slides a condom on. I’ve had enough experience with him in recent history to know how big he is, but it’s still intimidating as I watch him stalk toward me.
The beginnings of a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth like he knows just what I’m thinking.
“Don’t worry, Saint. I’ll go easy on you. Give you time to adjust to the size youreallyneed.”
I raise an eyebrow at his arrogance, but it only makes him smugger.
“I want another taste of you later, feel you come on my tongue again like you did on the table. But after all that… I fucking need inside you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, because frankly as much as I love his mouth, I want him to fuck me. I’ve waited long enough to know what he feels like.
“Spread for me, Saint.”
I watch him as he climbs between my legs, lining himself up with me as I spread a touch wider, his fingers running over my thighs. He leans over me as his cock nudges my entrance, and the chain around his neck dangles down in front of me. I grab it and pull, bringing his lips to mine and kiss him roughly.
“You think you can take me like a good girl?” His eyes drift over me, and I tilt my hips forward, letting the tip of his cock slide inside.
“Yes… Fuck,” I whisper against his lips.
He grunts out an inaudible curse as he bows his head.
“More.”
I spread wider and cant my hips, taking him deeper, letting him stretch and fill me until I whimper at just how full it feels.
“You okay?” His brow furrows as he studies me.
“Yes, you’re just… a lot. Like I knew you would be.” I give him a reassuring smile when the lines of his brow crease harder. I take even more of him and a muted curse comes out of me.
“We don’t have to rush it.” He kisses me softly and runs his fingers along the line of my jaw. “Just fuck… Saint. You make me feel like a fucking teenager with how desperate you make me. And when you talk like that…”
“I’m good. Fuck me,” I whisper back, and he thrusts forward, pulling a choked gasp from my lungs into his mouth as he roughly kisses me.
