Page 41 of Wicked Savage

“No. Why would they? I’m eighteen.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but it’s a big deal to me.

My jaw tightens. “I don’t want you going back there without me.”

“So possessive…” She laughs—a low, sultry sound that stirs something primal inside me.

The tips of her fingers trail up my forearm, sending a jolt of heat through me, and I feel the touch all the way down to my bones.

“I have a feeling you like it.” My palm tightens on her thigh, holding her close, as if marking her in some way I can’t explain.

Her smirk widens, and it’s almost like she’s daring me to push further.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask.

I need to see her again. I need more of this.

“Why?” She eyes me curiously, a glimmer in her gaze.

“I want to take you away for the weekend.”

Her giggle catches me off guard, and I can’t help but grin. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever smiled like this before. Like it’s coming from somewhere deep inside me.

“We haven’t even gone on our date. What if you don’t like me?”

“That’s not possible.”

Her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and I can tell it’s not just from the makeup she doesn’t need. She’s beautiful, effortlessly, in a way that has me thinking she doesn’t even know how breathtaking she truly is.

“What if I won’t likeyou?” Her brow curves, chin tipping up.

“You’ll learn to.” My hand slides up, squeezing her inner thigh.

Her head falls back as my fingers drift higher.

“Sounds like torture,” she whispers, mouth parted, breaths growing tight as I stroke her pussy through her thin lacy panties.

Dragging them to the side while keeping my eyes on the road, I work her clit while she grips the seat with small, tight fists, twisting in pleasure.

“Ready for me already.” I drive a finger inside her.

“Don’t stop.”

When I glance over, her eyes are fastened shut, teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

“Wider. Spread your legs wider for me.” She does as she’s told, brows furrowed, gasping and moaning. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Show me that pussy.”

She bucks against the invasion as I feed another finger inside her, those walls clenching around me. I pummel deeper, faster, her moans sounding more desperate and less in control. Teasing her, I decrease and increase my tempo, driving her wild.

As soon as we arrive at the restaurant, my movements freeze and I slide her panties in place.

“What the hell? You’re gonna just leave me like that?” She gasps in protest, her chest rising and falling as her shock-filled expression captures my smug one.

“That’s right.” I roll the car into an available spot, turning to her, sucking the fingers that were just inside her into my mouth. “So fucking good.”

Her lips part as she watches me, those thighs squeezing tight.

“If you behave all night, I’ll let you come on my tongue.” I grab her jaw and pull her close. “If you’re really good, I’ll even let you come on my cock. I remember how much you liked it.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re gonna regret this.”

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