When his eyes met mine again, I couldn’t read his expression. “Because I’m not sharing you,” Saint whispered as he ran the pads of his finger over my clit.
I shivered at the intensity and closed my own eyes. All my thoughts and feelings came rushing at me at once. My entire body seemed to be on fire from his touch. He dipped his head so that his lips were right up against my ear. “I saw the way he looked at you and I didn’t like that shit.”
“I’ve never slept with him.”
“Good,” Saint growled sexily.
“That feels so good.”
“I love how wet your pussy gets for me.” His breath tickled my ear, and his words created a tsunami within me. “I can’t share you.”
“Saint…” My voice was barely audible as I breathed out his name.
As soon as he heard it, his mouth was on me. Kissing and sucking my neck until he got to my mouth, he parted my full lips with his tongue. He kissed me hard and deep just as he toyed with my clit. When he found the rhythm that caused my mind to go blank, my knees buckled.
“Yes,” I moaned. I ran my hands through his thick beard and tugged lightly as I lifted my hips. When he attempted to pull away, I whimpered and pulled his beard harder.
He groaned in response and started moving his fingers up and down my slit. “I couldn’t handle it. Knowing that you were giving this to someone else.” His dick pressed against my hip and feeling how hard he was only turned me on more. I let go of his beard to touch him and he made the sexiest noise before he said, “I need to stop…”
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He kissed me deeper, allowing our tongues to caress before he pulled away. “You don’t want what I want and I’m not looking to play games, Zola…” He sucked on my bottom lip before catching it between his teeth, tugging gently. “If you want to be single, I can’t stop you.” He slid two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp into his mouth. “But I’m not sharing you.”
“Oh my God,” I panted, rocking against his skilled hand. The point of no return was looming.
“I want you so fucking bad, Zola,” he grunted as he found my mouth again. “I want your pussy wrapped around my dick.” He rubbed my g-spot as he moved in and out of me. “And I want you to be mine.”
The pull deep inside me built to an unbearable level. As his stroke became more focused, my breathing became more labored. My eyes fluttered shut and he stilled his fingers. My hips undulated against his motionless fingers and when I couldn’t get the friction I needed, I whimpered.
Noooooooooo. I was so close!
“Look at me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”
My eyes opened slowly. I licked my lips as my chest heaved. “I want you,” I admitted softly.
“Come on. You can be honest with me.” He began caressing my clit. “You want me to make you come, but you don’t want to give up being single for me.”
His touch felt electric and I couldn’t speak if I wanted to.
As his fingers resumed sliding across the most sensitive part of me, I gripped his shoulder with my left hand and undid his sweatpants with my right.
“You want me to make you come, Zola?” Saint asked, breathing as hard as I was.
“Yes,” I panted.
“I want to make you come, too. You want me to take care of this wet pussy before I go?”
Nodding again, I snaked my hand into his compression shorts. “Please take care of me,” I breathed, my fingers brushing the base. “Please don’t go.”
“Fuck, you’re making this hard,” he swore. His body tensed momentarily. Hooking his fingers inside me, he moved in and out. I started to grind my hips, working myself on his hand.
“You said you wouldn’t run from me,” he said through clenched teeth.
Closing my eyes and dropping my head forward, I breathed, “I’m not.”
“Look at me.”
With my head on his chest, I could feel his accelerated heart rate as it pounded against his chest. I felt the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing. But the most intense feeling was the way he played with me.
“Zola, let me see that pretty face when you come for me.”
Instead of responding verbally, I moaned and lifted my head.
His fingers expertly moved in and out of me as his mouth captured my own. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. My arousal grew as we kissed with reckless abandon. Somehow, I yanked his pants down enough to pull his dick free and start stroking him.
“I need to taste you,” he mumbled before dropping to his knees before me.
He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder as best he could with my pants still pooled at my feet. He worked his fingers in and out of me and even though I was watching him, feeling his tongue slide across my sensitive flesh caught me off guard.
“Yes, yes, yes, right there,” I cried wantonly.
His tongue against my clit caused everything to go black and I arched my back violently and bucked against his face.
Our eyes locked and then mine rolled to the back of my head.
The tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread deliciously through the rest of my body. I rode the entire wave and he never let up. He never stopped tasting me, fingering me, making me come. My mind went completely blank and I saw stars.
Once the last wave of pleasure vanished, I sagged against the wall. I felt him stand more than I saw him, and he helped me to the couch. His dick was still hard and even though he pulled his pants up, it was obvious in those grey sweatpants.
Sitting up, I pulled his sweats down and watched as his heavy dick pointed at me. I looked up at him as I leaned forward.
“Zola,” he whispered.
I opened my mouth wide and took him to the back of my throat. The deep groan he let out was all I needed for encouragement. His approval was further confirmed by the sharp intake of breath as I started bobbing my head.
“Fuck, Zola… what are you doing to me?” he groaned as I coated his dick with saliva and worked the shaft with my hands and mouth.
“I want you to know how much I want you,” I told him between slurps.
Gripping my hair at the root, he gently tugged. “All you’re doing is making me want you more.”
“Good,” I breathed. Sticking my tongue out, I slapped his dick against my waiting tongue. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, allowing me to seduce him.
Batting my eyes up at him, I licked him from his balls to the tip of his dick. “Do you want to come in my pussy?”
“God yes.”
“Will you come in my mouth first?” I asked heatedly. “And then bend me over, stretch me out, and then come in my pussy?”
He let out a carnal groan that sent a chill down my spine. My entire lower body clenched hearing my effect on him.
I bobbled my head on his dick knowing that he was imagining being inside me. I let my warm, wet mouth caress him as I massaged his balls. His hips rocked into my mouth, pushing his dick deeper to the back of my throat. It was so big, I gagged. The noise seemed to do something to him as his entire body reacted. I slurped and gagged again, and he let out a strained moan.