Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,71

begging for release. My cock was so fucking hard and leaking from his attention.

My heart thumped harder over the extra beat when Zion grabbed the lube. I edged my legs apart a little further. Eager, ready, and needy.

I hissed out a breath when he bit down on my hip and pushed a finger inside me. “Yes,” I yelled, gripping his shoulders and rocking down on his finger.

My vision blurred when another finger joined the other and ran over my prostate.

“Zion, please, fuck, please, just get in me.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I demanded on a yell.

“Lover, you ain’t ready.”

“I am. Promise, I am.”

“When I say, Kylo,” he told me, and I grumbled under my breath only to lose that oxygen when he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me for him.

Later I would question how he knew what to do, but not right then.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so tight.”

He hovered over me. Unable to resist, I grabbed him, pulling him down and kissing him while I locked my thighs around his lower half and ground my ass down on his fingers.

Zion tore his mouth from mine. “Settle,” he demanded.

“I can’t. I need—”

“Kylo,” he growled.

“But—”

“Do as I say,” he clipped.

Grinding my teeth, I unlocked my grip from his shoulders and hips.

Zion smiled, removing his fingers. “Good, baby.” He leaned back to his knees and grabbed the lube. “As a reward for listenin’, you can have me.” He ran lube over his own leaking hard-on. “Roll over,” he ordered. With a slight cringe from a pull on my leg, I quickly rolled over like a man on a mission—something Zion found amusing, since he chuckled.

He kissed my lower back. “Love that you do as you’re told, lover.” He kissed my ass cheek. “Gets me so fuckin’ hot.” I shifted my legs apart around him as he kissed my other ass cheek. “Christ, you look good spread out for me, your hole callin’ to me.”

“Zion, please,” I begged and jutted my ass back.

He slapped each cheek, causing me to cry out. “Patience, baby.” He ran his hands over my ass slowly, like a gentle massage. “Hell, Kylo, fuckin’ love your body.”

Zion dropped a kiss to my waist, my shoulder, and I glanced over to see him there looking down between our bodies. When I felt his tip nudging against my hole, I knew what he was watching.

I lifted my ass up a little, and the tip of his dick sank in. I gripped the sheets under me when he pushed in slowly, filling me in the best fucking way possible.

“Zion.” I moaned his name when he was all the way in and pressing in just the right spot.

“Holy hell, lover. Fuck me, you feel good.” He kissed my shoulder again and I got more of his weight when he went to one elbow. He pulled back out of me and pushed in with a groan.

He threaded his fingers from his free hand with mine and held on while his thrusts got a little wild. Sounds fell from my mouth. I loved him inside me. Loved him fucking me.

“Yes, fuck, Zion, you feel good.”

Groaning, he rested his forehead against my back for a moment while he fucked my ass like it hadn’t been before. It felt different with him. Better. More intense. He placed a kiss to my shoulder. Needing more, I tipped my head back a little and he pressed against me to kiss me.

My dick rubbed into the bed, giving me the friction I needed while Zion’s cock pushed, rubbed, and slid in the perfect way.

“Zion,” I cried, clutching at the sheets. “Close,” I warned.

“Me too, baby, me too. You feel fuckin’ fantastic. Christ.” His thrusts weren’t in any rhythm; they were frantic, just lost to the feel, to the pleasure.

My body tensed for a second as my balls drew up. I tightened around him and rubbed my cock into the sheets as the first wave hit me. My cum shot out over the bed, my ass clenched around Zion, and I heard him grunt, then groan. His grip on my hip squeezed, and finally, he thickened inside me, the warmth of his cum filling me and feeling so damn right.

“Fuck,” he clipped, his forehead resting onto my back even as his hips pistoned in and out at a fast pace. His orgasm sent mine into a longer one, and by the time both of us were coming down, we panted out our breaths.

“Jesus motherfuckin’ Christ,” Zion said as he slowly slid out of