Page 124 of Savage Reign

His tongue came out, and he gently pressed it against my clit before dipping it inside me.

“No,” I cried, trying to push my leg out from his hold. His grip turned bruising, and the fingers he had inside my pussy just moments before slid down and played with my asshole.

He pushed one finger inside.

I gasped at the sudden move, but he gave me no time to get used to it.

He fucked my ass while I tried to control my breathing. “Silas.”

And the worst part was, I didn’t know if his name was said in protest or pleading. He fucked my ass a little faster, a little harder. I closed my eyes, and he let out a low growl when I instinctively clenched around his finger. “Fuck me, angel, but you are so fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I hissed out.

“Then come while I finger-fuck your ass, angel.”

As if my body knew who was in charge of it, I came on his command.

“Fuck,” I distinctly heard Silas mutter out as he pulled away from me. If I had any more energy, I might have protested over the loss of him, but at this point, all I could do was lie there and look at him as he quickly took off his boxers.

My pussy clenched at the sight of his beautiful dick. I didn’t need a lot of experience to know Silas was bigger than the average man, and from those very rare instances, when I had been brave enough to search the internet, I knew Silas was beautiful. He was thick, with a mouthwatering dusky color, as veins decorated the length. Pre-cum made its way out of the tip, and I watched as he swiped his thumb over it, collecting the wetness and pushing the digit toward my mouth.

“Open,” he commanded. I did as he asked, feeling hot all over my body as he pushed his thumb inside. “Suck.”

His pupils dilated, darkening his eyes when I sucked him in, savoring the salty taste of him.

“Enough,” he said like he was in pain. He pulled away from me and spread my legs with his hands. By this point, I was nothing more than a panting mess.

He grabbed his dick and gave himself a few hard strokes. He looked up and met my eyes, stilling.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

He shook his head as if getting out of his reverie. “Nothing,” he answered, falling into me in one unsteady thrust that had both of us groaning. I clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth.

“Fuck, baby.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

“Love me,” I whispered against his warm, sweaty skin.

“I already do,” came his answering grunt as he pulled out and pushed savagely back inside me, stoking flames that ignited inside.

“Don’t leave me,” I said, my nails digging into his skin.

“Fucking never.”

His thrusts became harder, faster, his hips pushing against mine. We stared at each other as we fucked, never looking away. I was determined to have that memory imprinted onto my brain for years to come.

“Silas,” I moaned out when I was getting close.

“Come with me, angel. Let me feel you shake around me.”

He reached down between us and rubbed at my clit harshly. My back bowed as sounds of pleasure that I never thought I would make escaped my lips. He rubbed harder, and just like a coil being wound too tight, I broke.

Silas buried his head in my neck, biting into the skin there as he soon followed after me.

I could feel his cum gushing inside me, a warm mess that had my heart racing and my mind begging for more.

I clung to him.

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