Page 33 of Saving Blood

She hisses in a breath, and I bite harder, leaving another mark on her flawless skin. “That one might not be so easy to cover up.”

“Then everyone will know I have an animal in my bed.” She grazes her lower lip with her teeth. “They just won’t know who.”

I grab a handful of her ass. “Are we gonna keep this our dirty secret?”

“I think we have to, right?”

I dive in for another searing kiss, and she squirms under me, covering my cock with her juices. Egging me on and making me want her.

“I wouldn’t want anyone in the gym to think you were favoring me.” She cocks her head. “But we’ll have to be careful in the future.”

“Which means we’ll be doing this again?” I have to call her bluff and try to figure out her game.

“Why don’t you show me what you’re working with first.”

I lean away from her and wrap my hand around my throbbing cock. “You already know what I got.”

“Then shut up and give it to me.”

I didn’t need any more incentive, but if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. I have to make sure she’ll remember this day.

I release my cock and brace my palm against her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but tight enough to feel her throat contract when she swallows.

“From here on out, you’re gonna do exactly what I say, understand?”

She nods her consent, then remains perfectly still. She’s strong enough to put up a fight, but I know she won’t ‘cause she wants this as much as me.

I give her neck a squeeze, then release her and sit back on my haunches. “Get up on your hands and knees,” I bark.

She pauses and locks eyes with me for a split second, then she scrambles over until she’s in position with her perfect ass right at my eye level. I grab on to her cheeks and squeeze, then I slide my palms up to her hips, loving the curve of her ass. The plump flesh is so round and tender, just the right cross between firm, soft, and begging to be bitten.

She squeals, and I bite her harder. It’s like the juiciest fruit, and I want to taste every part of her. I pull back and wrap her hair around my fist, then angle her head until we’re face to face.

I take her lips with mine, and when I slide my cock between her luscious ass, she moans into my mouth. “Gonna fuck you hard, babe.”

“You better,” she challenges.

“You’ll wait until I’m good and fuckin’ ready.” I curl my wrist tighter around her hair. “Put your hands on the headboard.”

She glares at me but does as she’s told. Her hips buck against me, and my cock hits her clit. I pull away from her mouth, shift, and that’s when I see it. A track of crisscross scars like she was—whipped. My heart jacks up at the thought of Hector doing this to her, but no, some of the scars are old. Like years old, while others look newer, healed but more vivid. I lightly run my fingers over the marks, and she flinches away from my touch.

“What are you waiting for?” She cocks her head to look at me like she knows what I’m thinking. I smooth my hand over the scars, then run my tongue down her spine. She trembles under my touch, her breathing coming in short gasps.

I unwind my hand from around her hair, then press her ass cheeks tight around my cock and pump my hips. The pressure gives me some relief, not near enough, but fuck, it feels good. So good that, if I kept it up, I’d be shooting my load before I even got started, like a fuckin’ teenager. What the hell is this woman doing to me?

I force myself to stop as I lean into her ear. “Gotta wrap up,” I pant, hardly having the strength to grab my jeans at the side of the bed and rummage through my pocket. Thank fuck I found one ‘cause my dick would never forgive me. I rip it open with my teeth, then sheath myself with shaky hands.

She arches her back in anticipation, but I’m still not done teasing her. I want her so crazy out-of-her-mind, ready for my cock that she forgets where she is and what she is doing.

I reach around her hip and find her clit wet and pulsing. I rub and tease her nub as I smooth my other hand over her ass. Then I slap it hard as I pinch her clit. She screams out, her hips spasm, then she rides my fingers as the aftershocks of her second orgasm wash over her.

Her knees weaken, and her hands slide from the headboard, but I catch her around the waist and pull her back to my front. “Ohhhh, no, I ain’t done with you yet.”

Her body heaves against me, but I bend her over, grip her hips and shove my cock home. “Fuck, babe.” She’s so soaked, I just slid in balls-deep, hitting and filling every part of her.

I work her hips, letting my cock slide in and out at a torturously slow pace. Loving every inch of her hot, tight body as she whimpers under me.

I lean into her ear. “You like it slow, don’t you?”

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