Page 65 of Savage Vows

She unbuckles my belt, her fingers brushing against my stomach and sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin.

Slowly she kneels before me, a place I’d like to keep her. As she removes my shoes and socks and then unzips my pants, I fist a hand into her hair.

Finally I’m free of my clothing. My dick is close enough to her face that I feel her warm breath on me. I call on my iron resolve not to throw her beneath me and fuck her right here.

She glances up to meet my gaze.

I sit on the chaise, spreading my legs wide. “Fetch a condom from my wallet,” I instruct.

She scrambles to her feet, picking up my pants and reaching into a back pocket until she finds what she’s looking for.

Condom in hand, she walks back to me.

“I want you on your knees, between my legs, Alessia.” I take the small packet from her and place it next to me. “Get my cock wet.”

She swallows deeply, then does as she’s told, kneeling between my legs. Tentatively she takes my cock in her hand.

“Keep going.” I feather a touch across her forehead.

She leans forward to lick precum from my cock.

“That’s it.” As she takes me into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, I fist my hand in her hair.

Her hand working in tandem with her mouth, she makes me harder, makes my cock wet. Although pleasure is building—and has been for hours—I’m not ready to come yet. I have other plans for her.

“Enough.” I capture her waist and move her back several inches. “Now you’re going to repeat your naughty antics with my cock.”

She blinks, looking up at me with confusion in her eyes.

I position myself on the chaise and tell her, “I want you on top of me,” I instruct. “Slide your clit up and down my length. Pretend it’s the paintbrush handle.”

“You mean, you want me to take you inside me?”

“No. You’ll be on top of my cock, and you’ll be rubbing your clit along my length.”

“I’ve never done anything like that.”

“You’re going to now.” I offer my hand to help her into position.

Somewhat awkwardly, she gets into place, spreading her thighs wide and straddling me. I part her labia and ensure she’s wet.

“Is this right?” As if totally unsure of herself, she begins to move.

“Relax a little. Let me take more of your weight.” I capture her hips and bring her toward me, then back again.

Once she gets the rhythm, I hold on more loosely. “Do not come.”

In response, she squirms. She might not have even been thinking about that, but she is now.

An orgasm begins to build deep in my balls, and I don’t want to spill yet. I still have evil plans for her. “Stop.” I lift her slightly and grab the condom.

In seconds, I’ve protected her. “Now fuck me, Alessia. Pretend I’m your inanimate object.” But with my labored breaths, and the way I’m staring at her, touching her, there’s no way that’s possible.

“I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”

“Let yourself go. No secrets,” I remind her.

Obediently she takes my cock in her hand and positions herself. When my cock presses against her entrance, she starts to rock gently. Her body yields to my harder one, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to thrust up into her.

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