Never A Saint (COMPLETE)

Twenty-Nine: Danika Morseti

Him & I- G-Eazy, Halsey

I was on my stomach, his hands massaging my body, covering me with lotion.

He finished my back and slapped my ass.

"Ass up." He said and I listened, propping my ass in the air, slightly embarrassed.

I gasped as his tongue moved up my pussy.

He chuckled.

"My pretty girl." He massaged my thighs with his slick hands.

I pressed my face into the pillow on the bed and groaned at how damn good this feels.

He moaned, his tongue working in and out of me as he pressed his thumb to my clit.

I felt myself jump at how sensitive I was.

"Being so good for me." He sat up and I gasped as he ran his cock along my opening.

"My wife has been so good to me tonight. I should reward her, hm?" He asked softly, hand moving up and down my back softly.

I reacted before I spoke, pressing myself back against him and he laughed.

"Needy girl. Talk to me first. Tell me. I'm not gonna force you into anything, my rose." He murmured, gently thrusting himself against me, barely pressing inside and I let out a curse.

He laughed.

"Talk to me. What do you want?" He gripped my hips and gently pulled me back toward him.

I gasped as he was teasing me like the asshole he is.

"Say. It." He gritted.

"Fuck me." I whispered and without another word he was inside me, I pulled from him, he was so fucking perfect but it was too much.

He yanked me back, fist in my hair.

I gasped as he lifted me off my hands, other hand around my throat as he brought me up, my head on his shoulder, back painfully arched, his thrusts so damn good.

"Mmmm you feel so fucking good- fuck Dani." He nearly pleaded, I whined my pussy throbbing with his moans.

I'd never heard a hotter sound.

He panted my name as he kissed my cheek, gripping my throat harder.

I gasped for air, he heard. He didn't let up.

He laughed instead at my reddened face.

"Am I too much for you?" He whispered in my ear.

I wheezed a whispered 'no'.

He moaned, panting as he released my hair, his hand moving down my clit.

I squealed as he rubbed it, my body shivering as he hit every good spot my body had.

His tongue moved up the side of my face, biting at my cheekbone.

"My fucking wife. All mine. All of you is mine. You belong to me, Danika." He let me go, pressing me down, my face in the pillow as I gasped for air.

He sped up, pressing on my lower back, making me arch.

"Atta girl." He moaned.

I gripped the sheets, his hand in my hair, lifting me so I could breathe.

I couldn't see straight, I was unsteady and he was my only source of balance.

He pulled out, turning me onto my back.

He grabbed my thigh, lifting my entire lower half with one hand as he put a pillow under my ass.

"There's no way you haven't done this." I whispered.

"For a very long time I've known exactly how I want to treat your body. I'm living what I wanted. As I've said many times, my love, I always get what I want." He mumbled, looking between my legs, smiling.

"She's red already." He pressed his hand to cup my pussy gently.

He bent down, kissing my tits, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"You're so soft." He chuckled, biting and I hissed.

My hands raked through his hair, pulling him from me.

He grabbed my hands, pinning my wrists above my body.

"Don't push me away." He sneered.

I screamed as he kissed me, thrusting inside, my hips wide open, my legs the same, feet grounding into the bed.

He kissed all over my face, my screams of pain and pleasure dimming to just pleasure as I moaned his name.

"Good job, Dani. The only name to ever spill from those pretty lips will be mine. Good girl." He kissed my throat.

His fingers released my wrists, his fingers intertwining with mine.

He grunted when his head dropped, nose pressed to my throat as he tensed, hands gripping mine so tight I could no longer feel my fingers, his back muscles rippling as he tensed, I gasped, shutting my eyes as my legs began trembling.

Warmth filled me and panic was my first emotion.

But with his dark, tired laugh I recalled his selfish desire and I relaxed, the feeling of this very intimate and almost primal.

He kissed my neck before sitting up, not pulling out.

But he watched us as he did, smiling as I whined, feeling empty.

"I don't want to tire you out too much. Let's get you-"

I sat up, moving to straddle him, lifting myself before directing him into me again.

"No? You're not getting any rest tonight, my rose." He sighed with fake disapproval.

I hummed, grinding myself onto him, shivering as he was so deep in this position.

"Ride me."