by Kenya Wright
“Don’t look at me like that, Saint. You’re starting it.”
“I’m so fucking hard right now. If no one were in here, I would have you bent over this table and your legs spread open.”
“I’m so wet, I’m close to asking you to do it anyway. People here or not.”
He groaned.
Both of our plates were placed in front of us.
Saint’s cousins gestured for his attention.
I grinned. “Randy is calling you.”
“I don’t want to talk to them right now. They’re standing in the way of me eating what I really want.”
“Your food is right in front of you.” I widened my eyes.
“I want your pussy on my plate.”
“I would do that if it wouldn’t completely ruin the rehearsal dinner for everyone else.”
“Did you have to wear that dress?”
“Don’t start—”
“Your breasts are on display and ready to serve.”
My nipples stiffened.
His gaze grew dark. “And although I’ve tried, all I can think about is your breasts in my mouth, around my cock, and bouncing in my face.”
Moving his hand out of his pocket, he seared me with his gaze. “Do you think Holly would notice that we were gone?”
Anticipation skittered up my body. “Of course she would, but she would be happy about it.”
“I need an answer from you, Ivy.”
I frowned. “Saint—”
“But I need your pussy right now more.”
I exhaled.
His voice was a low pleading groan. “I can’t do this anymore. I need your pussy. I need to taste you. All year I’ve been anticipating this moment—finally seeing you and having your body moving under me.”
I parted my lips, unable to speak.
“Let’s go. We’ll order room service later.”
I swallowed.
He rose. His cock pushed at the front of his pants. Fast, he grabbed his fur coat and hid the bulging erection.
I stood with him.
Mrs. Ingram looked up. “Are you okay, Ivy?”
“My head is hurting.” I touched it. “Saint is going to walk me back to my room and make sure I’m okay.”
“You’ve barely touched your food, Ivy.” Mrs. Ingram pointed at it. “Perhaps you’re hungry.”
“She’s not.” Saint interrupted. “I know what she needs.”
I cleared my throat.
From the end of the table, Holly glanced our way with a knowing grin.
I avoided her, grabbed my coat, and rushed off.
Mrs. Ingram called after me. “Hope you feel better, Ivy.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Me too.”
Saint grabbed my hand and dragged me away.
I stifled my giggling.
Finally, he would stop playing around and give me that cock.
Chapter 12
Cozy Little Christmas
We returned to my villa in no time.
Although the lights were off, the cool moonlight from the glass ceiling illuminated the space.
Before I could take off my clothes, Saint had me sideways on the bed. I lay on my back, catching my breath. He hovered over me. He was a glorious vision to behold—the beautiful slope of his lips, the chiseled angles of his face, those glowing blue eyes. His scent filled the air. It was a mixture of soap and designer cologne. Nothing had ever smelled so appealing to me in my life. There, I melted into a puddle of desire.
A sad smile covered his face. “Why do I always give in to you?”
I parted my lips but had nothing to say.
“I know I should be patient. You’ve been through a lot, but. . .”
“It’s been a long time.” Guilt filled me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just trust me to love you.”
A shiver of fear ran to me.
He looked down at my arms.
Did he feel that?
He gave me a sad smile. “You don’t pray anymore?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then have faith. Why pray if you’re going to be fearful about it? Believe that God will bless our love. Believe that I won’t hurt you.”
“I. . .”
“Open your heart, Ivy. Let me in.”
“I’m. . .thinking about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about. Every part of me is yours. My heart. My mind. My soul. Anything I own. Just give us a chance.”
I shook my head. “In many ways. . .I don’t think you’ll hurt me. But sometimes. . .I wonder if. . .I’ll hurt you.”
“I wouldn’t care if you did. Just give me the chance.” He glared at me. “Listen to me. I’m begging. You carved your name into my fucking soul. I can’t get rid of it. I try, but nothing works. What else can I do but beg?”
My eyes watered.
“My sweet Ivy.” Giving up on the conversation, he kissed me. So hot and powerful, my mind went blank. He twisted his tongue along mine, dragging a moan out of me.
My heart pounded, drumming like the beat of a rap song.
He shoved the front of my dress down and then moved his mouth to my exposed breasts. I arched up going crazy. He sucked on one bobbing nipple, catching the hungry point in his mouth and suckling as if yearning for milk to come out.
“Fuck!” I whimpered under him. In the next minute, I scooted out of my underwear.
He took his mouth from my nipples and shot his hands straight to the center of my thighs. I gasped from his lightning quick speed.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He slowly pushed one finger inside of me and flicked my clit with his thumb. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already creamy on my fingers.”
“It’s all the teasing.” My body shivered.
He moved his hand from my pussy and sucked on the finger that had been inside of me.
I moaned.
He licked his lips. “Some nights all I do is sit in my bed with a hard cock and think about the taste of your pussy.”
I widened my eyes.
He lowered his hand. Instead of thrusting his finger inside of me, he brushed his fingertips along my thighs. My body tightened.
Groaning, he rose a little and lowered, until his face’s view hit my pussy.
“Saint?”
“I have to taste you a little more. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t lick your pussy a few times.”
My thighs shivered.
“Any complaints?”
My whole body trembled with desire. “N-no.”
He slid his hands up my thighs, shoving my dress away. His warm breath slipped along my exposed flesh.
When he buried his face between my legs and tongued my pussy, spasms of pleasure rocked me. Blazing flames spread across every inch of my body. I burned with lust. Erotic need. A hunger that threatened to blow me up into shredded pieces.
“Oh!” Arching my back, I reached for his head, wanting to shove his face more into my pussy. I wasn’t even sure it was possible. He was already so damn close.
He lapped at my clit, knowing just how to push me over the edge. No other man had pleasured me more. No other was so well-acquainted with every inch of my body like him.
I stirred under Saint, unable to deal with all the pleasure.
He held me firmly to the bed, not letting me move another inch. When he pushed two fingers inside of my wet pussy, I rocked, desperately trying to get them in deeper.
He left my pussy and looked up at me. Those blue eyes held darkness. His lids hung heavy over them. He rose and came back up to me. I grabbed the bottom of his thick shirt and yanked it up. He helped himself out of it. My arousal shimmered over his lips. I reached forward and kissed him, sucking my juices off his mouth. Unable to help myself, I slipped my hands along his chiseled six-pack, relishing in the layers of muscle wrapped around his waist.
He gripped my hair and pulled my lips from him.
I blinked.
He frowned. “This
will hurt me in the morning.”
“It won’t.”
“Be mine.”
“In many ways. . .I’ve always been yours.”
“Fuck that. I want you to be mine in every way.” He yanked my head back and nibbled at my throat.
I shivered. He brought my view back to him. Those lusty chaotic blue eyes flashed.
“I’m done talking about it.” A cruel smile spread over his face. “Maybe my cock can reason with you.”
“Please.” I fumbled with the front of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Somehow, I worked his pants over the curve of his muscular ass and halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang free. So thick and long.
He released my hair and kissed me. This time it wasn’t soft or gentle. It was rough and possessive. Wild and hot.
And then he reached between us, grabbed his cock, and pressed the tip along the opening of my pussy.
Yes.
I trembled against him.
He whispered against my lips. “You want it?”
“Yes.”
“But do you deserve it?”
“Yes, Saint.”
He pushed inside of me, but only a few inches.
“Saint?”
He watched me. His warm breath skittered across my cheeks. “I should take my time.”
“You should fuck me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’ll still feel my cock in you tomorrow as you’re walking down the aisle.”
My bottom lip quivered.
“I’m going to make that little pussy sore.”
I parted my lips, not sure of what to say. If there was a ticket for that ride, then surely I would buy several.
He pulled his cock out.
Right when I was going to shriek in protest, he flipped me over.
I screeched in shock. I was sideways on the bed and almost leaning off of it. I tried to position myself differently. He wouldn’t let me as he slammed that big cock into my pussy. No longer did I focus on proper placement. All I could think about was those hot strokes.
He pushed deep into me. Those big thighs had my legs spread wide open.
I squirmed, taking his cock and gripping the edge of the bed.
Gripping my hips, he pumped hard. “Do you feel that?”
“God, yes!” I was desperate to hold onto the bed, but I could barely pay attention. He pumped hard, stretching me, inch by inch.
My hands slipped off the bed. I almost fell forward, but he had a hard grip on my hips.
“Where are you going?” He slammed that cock into me. “Huh?”
“Oh!”
He pulled out and let go of my hips.
I slipped off the bed and broke the fall with both hands planted on the floor. The warm furry carpet smoothed against my palms. My ass was in the air. My lower body was still up on the bed.
Giving me no time to adjust myself, he plunged right back into my pussy, giving me more intense thrusts. He returned that grip to my hips and pumped into me more. I had no complaints. Just to keep getting those delicious strokes, I would continue to lean halfway off the bed.
“Oh!”
He slowed his strokes. “Are you crawling away, Ivy?”
“No.” My body trembled.
“Hmm.” He pushed into me. It caused me to slip further off the bed.
Thank God he still held onto my hips. He fucked me forward until my hands were slowly taking steps away from the bed. And then he was off the bed along with my legs. He held them up and spread open, stroking in and out the whole time.
Oh my God!
The position was so awkward and so perfect at the same damn time. I was like his own personal pussy plow. My palms were flat on the ground. My head faced forward. My back arched. My legs were up around his, holding on to dear life. Still, he held my thighs up. It must’ve taken great strength to hold me up and pound into my pussy as well. Surely he had the powerful biceps for it.
He was so deep inside of me. There would be no room to move away. And every time he thrust, a deep groan left his mouth. Each slip and slide of that thick cock ignited a blazing hot current that engulfed my whole body.
For several erotically delicious minutes, he drove deep into me.
Wild erotic sensations surged through my body. In this position, his balls thumped against my exposed clit in merciless, rhythmic thrusts. As if sensing my breakdown, he increased his tempo, pushing my orgasm forward.
“Saint!”
“There we go, baby.”
“Oh, Saint!”
“Yes, baby.”
It didn’t take me long after that. My orgasm exploded within me, unraveling my cells. Pleasure zipped and buzzed. I got swept up in a lusty vortex, unable to see through the sensations.
So taken back by the intensity, I screamed in shock. “Ah!”
He groaned, loud. And I knew he was coming along with me, lost in the rapture just as much as I was.
Minutes later, both of our bodies were on the bed, entangled with each other and covered in sweat. Saint had carried me back over to the bed and lay me down. So hot from him, I had to take off my dress.
With my eyes closed, I whispered, “Where the hell did you learn that position?”
“I was improvising.”
“Good fucking job.”
Laughing, he ran his finger through my damp hair. “You did excellent as well.”
“All I did was take it.”
“Oh, but you took it so well. I’m surprised I held on for that long. I wanted to cum inside of you much earlier. I had to switch my thoughts to Christmas Carols.”
Chuckling, I opened my eyes. “What?”
“It’s the downside of being a man. The mind is everything. Looking down at you with your ass jiggling and watching my cock go in and out of you. I almost didn’t last a damn second. So, I had to shift my attention to something else while still enjoying the pleasure of that wet, warm pussy.”
I licked my lips.
“Don’t do that.”
“Then don’t talk that way. You’re making me excited again.”
“That’s it for you, Ivy.”
I frowned. “Saint—”
“I mean it. This trip is almost done anyway.”
“You act like the wedding has already happened and—”
“You have until tomorrow to answer me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He sat up.
“Hold on.” I rose and placed my hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“But I don’t want you to leave.”
“And I don’t want to either, but it’s time I take a stand or we’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives.”
I wanted to argue against him, but I knew he had a point.
He grabbed his pants off the ground, stood, and climbed into them.
“Fine. You’re not going to spend the night. Okay. But you don’t have to rush away so fast.”
“I do because every part of me is screaming to just lay next to you and enjoy the moment.”
I pouted. “Which isn’t a bad idea.”
“It is if I’m madly in love with a woman that won’t open herself to me.”
“I was just as open as I can be.”
“Not your legs, Ivy. And you know it.”
I bit my lip.
With his pants on, he went over to grab his shirt. “After being here for Holly’s wedding, I’ve realized that I want more in life. I love you. I know that you’re the woman for me. . .but. . .you don’t think so.”
I gripped the sheet tight, wanting to rip it apart. There were so many words spinning around in my head. But I couldn’t let any of them go. He looked down into my eyes and I feared that he witnessed the myriad of emotions swirling together in my head—desire, fear, confusion, anger, need. I was so weak and unable to deal with this whole situation properly. I would have smacked my face if it wouldn’t look crazy. Tremors of fear moved t
hrough me.
“If I can’t have you, then I’ll have to move on with someone else.”
I whispered, “I know.”
“You mentioned that you would be fine with it.”
I looked away.
“Is that true, Ivy?”
Of course I wouldn’t be fine with it. But I would be a shitty wife to you. Always suspecting you of cheating. Never trusting that you really love me. It would be chaotic.
“Ivy?”
I looked up at him. Sadness built in my chest.
“I don’t want to move on with some other woman. I want you.” He put on his shoes, grabbed his coat, and walked over to me. “I want you to be my wife. The mother of my kids. The woman that I grow old with.”
I tried to gulp down fear, but still it remained lodged in my throat.
He pressed his lips together and studied my face. “Talk to me.”
I squared my shoulders. “I. . .need time to. . .think.”
“That’s always better than no.” A faint smile crossed his lips. “But, tomorrow night, I won’t accept that answer.”
I frowned. Unlike any other Christmas, he was bold and unapologetic. His gaze bored into me, unraveling all my thoughts.
“Goodnight, Ivy. I love you.” He turned around and left.
Once again, I stared at the closed door, needing him to return. Flashes of my mother’s dead body dangled in front of me.
Get out of my head.
I rubbed my eyes and that vision of her remained. I shook my head and the view became clearer. Saint wasn’t my dad, and I wasn’t my mother. But it was hard to hold onto that truth. And even worse, it was hard to not see my face being held tight by that rope and my body being suspended in death.
What do I do? I’m too scared to say yes and too full of grief to say no. Why can’t I be as normal as Holly?
My friend fell into love with no worry of consequences. She was carefree and hopeful. Loving and accepting. She would get her happy ending because she raced for it.
And what about me?
I considered calling my therapist but knew she probably wouldn’t answer. It was Christmas Eve. Although I hated the holidays, many enjoyed them. She would probably be with family and loved ones.
What do I do?
Chapter 13
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I told myself that the moon’s glow and even the Northern Lights were keeping me up. But I knew it was my thoughts messing with me. Over and over visions of last night’s dreams played out like a bad horror movie. The people that I dared to love died over and over. The only constants were Holly and Saint.
