Never Trust a Saint (LOS SANTOS Cartel story #1)
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Fuck me sideways!
The viewing window was small, but his package was not.
Inhaling sharply, the saliva I’d desperately acquired shot to the back of the throat and down the wrong pipe. Before I could manage the situation I was choking, the horrendous noise cutting through the thick silence of the room. All eyes fixed on me, their curious and somewhat annoyed gazes causing my cheeks to burn. Only Leo appeared concerned, his body in the early stages of moving to assist. Waving my hand in desperation, I dismissed his gesture. Unconvinced, but mindful of rejection, he reclaimed his position on the podium as I gathered my composure.
With beads of sweat dripping down my temples and sore abs from the coughing fit, I looked nervously around the room, avoiding everyone and everything until, like a magnet, my attention was again focused on the middle of the room.
His eyes remained locked to mine, dark intensity mixed with the slightest hint of amusement. My pulse quickened, the beads of sweat turning to rivulets. He was daring me. Presenting a challenge, I found myself more than happy to accept despite my head screaming at me to run. I was hooked. Trapped in a moment when the rest of the room faded to black and all I saw were his hypnotic movements.
Shrugging the gown over his sculptured shoulders, my knees grew weak. Frozen in place, I watched, utterly transfixed as the fabric mournfully fell to the floor pooling at his feet.
I couldn’t breathe.
My lungs were failing.
My core clenched and I felt a strangely pleasurable sensation between my legs. Strange because I’d only ever experienced the feeling with some form of manual stimulation. This was happening just by gawking at a now completely naked, jaw-dropping, panty-wetting gorgeous man.
Leo’s lips twitched causing my eyes to break focus from his.
What were dire straits earlier was now a steady stream beginning its path dribbling from the corner of my mouth. I’d never been so lucky to have witnessed such a God-like man before. He was perfection in every sense of the word. Strong, broad shoulders framed his physique. A visible six pack beckoned me to run my fingers over the bumps and grooves. His legs were lean but well sculptured.
And his cock!
Oh dear!
That cock could do some damage and instantly I was jealous of every girl lucky enough to have already experienced it.
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