Page 114 of Savior

Fuck, she’s tight.

She feels right. Perfect and supple.

I grip her hips as she lifts and drops on my cock, rolling her hips to give herself friction with each stroke.

“Fuck, Sloane, you feel so goddamned good,” I say with a sharp intake of breath, as she increases her speed.

Her eyes grow crazed as I fill and stretch her around me, her breathing small pants that are driving me mad.

Even as she fucks me, I want more. I want to be deeper; I want to become the ache in her body right as she explodes.

I grip her hair in my hand from behind, pulling her to me as I bite her neck, lapping at the wound right after.

I don’t know who I am, but I know one thing: she’s mine.

This is mine.

And there’s no going back.

Ever.

It’s intense and passionate—fevered and rapturous.

I’ve never felt like this before. So close to someone. But just as it’s begun, I feel the orgasm that’s going to end it, building from the base of my spine. My moans and groans of delirium are bleeding into one another as she fucks me wildly; a burningflame of madness is about to swallow us both whole. And I’ll go willingly.

“You going to come for me, Father Russo?” Sloane taunts and panic sets in.

She’s on top of me; I can’t pull her off to come anywhere else.

“Sloane,” I warn, and as if she knows what I’m about to say, she leans in and skims my ear with her lips.

“I have a birth control implant, Father. I want your cum deep in my body. Baptize me in it, make me yours.”

Fuck. Her words.

My eyes roll back as I lean back in the chair and let the feeling of her unmerciful pussy take hold of me like I’m taking Death’s hand and walking through the gates of another life.

I guess I’m walking out of the gates to another life, am I not?

The thought stalls as my body short circuits.

“Coming, fuck, Sloane…. Don’t stop…”

My face contorts, my mouth dropping open, as I fight to keep my eyes on her.

She smiles, her sinful eyes alight with mischief. “I’ll follow you.”

We both come, our screams of bliss decorating the air, painting the cabin a salacious color of red as ropes of cum seal my new fate as they burrow inside her body.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers, body shuddering as the last powerful waves leave her muscles.

“You can say that again,” I joke, shivering as my body breaks out in goosebumps.

She opens her mouth to do so, and I sit up and capture it with my lips, kissing her with voracity as she melts against me.

“Does this mean…” she trails off, panting.

“I choose you, Sloane.”

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