Page 69 of Savage Hearts

She protested, and I shook my head swiftly.

I let my eyes roam over her naked body, from her full breasts with puckered dusky-pink nipples—either from her arousal or the cold air—to her trim waist, flaring hips, bare pussy, and miles-long legs.

I didn’t know what to focus on.

My eyes were greedy at the very sight of her.

I licked my lips hungrily, and she moved back a little.

I gripped her hip with my hand to keep her still, and she froze where she was, her chest pushing in and out in harsh pants.

I let my other hand explore her soft skin, and her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her eyes darkened from her dilated pupils as I let my hand settle in the curve at the bottom of her breast.

My thumb pressed the erect nipple, and she tried to move away once more.

I pinched her nipple roughly to keep her still.

She shook her head, her hand wrapping around my wrist.

I tightened my grasp when she tried to push me away. She got the message and held still for me.

“Anyone ever tell you how pretty your nipples are?” I asked. They were the perfect size, and my mouth watered just looking at her.

She shook her head, but I had a feeling it wasn’t to answer my question.

I played dumb. “No? That’s too bad. They’re fucking phenomenal.”

She sighed with relief when I let go of her, which was cut short when I leaned over and took the abused nipple into my mouth. I rolled the hardened peak between my teeth, and she hissed.

I looked at her and winked when our eyes met, before taking more of her into my mouth.

Her hands came up to my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin there. I wondered if she was even aware she was doing it, and moments later, I didn’t give a damn, because fuck me, I could smell her.

Her scent teased my nostrils, and I slid my hand south. She tried to arch away, but I cupped her wet pussy in my hand. My middle finger settled snugly between the crease of her ass, and I pulled her back toward me.

“Maverick. Please. W-what are you doing?” she begged softly. Gone was my badass girl, angry at the world.

In her place was a needy one.

My needy girl.

And how could I ignore her like this?

I watched her as I drove my middle finger inside her tight passage. She clenched around me automatically as her nails dug a little deeper into the skin on my shoulders.

“That’s right, baby girl. Show me what a good girl you are and ride my hand.”

She closed her eyes, her hips moving along to the rhythm I set.

More wetness seeped out of her, making it easier for me to move, and I quickened my pace, keeping watch over her as she thrust her hips back and forth.

The move was unpracticed, but no less breathtaking.

How beautiful she looked, using my hand for her own pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

She whimpered.

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