Page 86 of Savage Torment

“It definitely involves more skin,” he states, snaking a hand to the back of my neck as he tugs at the bow holding it in place.

The material falls away, slipping down over my chest, stopping at my waist to expose my breasts.

“Hands down, these are the prettiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, running his thumb over the pebbled peaks, and I feel my blush spread across my cheeks. Before I can think of anything to say in response, he leans closer, engulfing my taut nipples in his mouth, one at a time, swirling his tongue in the most delicious way possible as I cling to his arms, a groan tumbling from my lips.

“Wylder,” I gasp, and he releases my nipple with a pop, grinning up at me.

“They look even prettier when they’re glistening,” he states, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my thighs press together with desire. “Do you know what else looks prettier when it’s glistening?” he asks, bringing his lips to my ear, and I shiver.

Shaking my head, I expect to feel his lips continue to drag over the shell of my ear, but he doesn’t use words to answer. No. He resorts to his hands instead.

Slowly,sodamn slowly, he trails his calloused hands over my thighs, slipping under the hem of my dress. My legs part instinctively as his fingertips press against the lace of my panties, and I hiss.

“Let me see it, Little Witch.” He stands back, adjusting his cock beneath his shorts as I stand nervously in the center of the ring.

My confidence wavers without him so close, but his eyes on me seem to give me strength as I curl my thumb into the material at my waist, slipping it over my thighs along withmy panties. I also kick my shoes off for good measure, so I’m completely bare for him.

“Congratulations on your win, Wylder,” I breathe, letting the fabric drift to the floor beside me.

“Spin. Slowly,” he commands huskily, and my tongue swipes out across my bottom lip, but I do as he asks.

The room shifts as I take my time turning, but I don’t take any of it in, too focused on how my body reacts to his undivided attention. All too quickly, we’re facing each other again, and I consider spinning one more time, addicted to how it makes me feel when his gaze leaves goosebumps, but he crooks his finger at me.

As I step closer, he slips his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts, letting them pool at his feet, and I can’t tear my gaze away from his cock. It’s rock hard, looking as needy as I feel.

I give in, beginning to lower to my knees so I can feel the weight of him on my tongue, but he grabs my arms before my knees hit the mat. “No, Little Witch. I’ve been dreaming about stretching your cunt out while you’re bent over the rope.”

Gaping at him, I nod, already needy at the idea of it.

He pulls me against his chest, crushing his lips against mine, and I fight for control for a minute before I willingly give in, desperate to feel his dominance over me. As his hand curls into my hair, I groan, quickly feeling the loss of his body pressed against mine before I feel the rope against my hot skin.

The fibers rub against my body, across my chest, and my nipples grow tighter. I feel the rope shift to my left, and I understand why a moment later when Wylder appears on the other side. He takes a few steps back for good measure, running his thumb back and forth across his bottom lip as he drinks me in.

“Perfect, Little Witch,” he breathes, and my thighs clench again. If he doesn’t hurry the hell up and get back over here,I'm going to start rubbing myself against the damn rope for the friction I’m so desperately searching for. “I want you bent over the middle rope.”

It’s a statement fueled by an order, and I tremble as I do as he says. I duck beneath the top rope and the second band hits my middle, offering little leverage to keep me upright as I peer at him.

“Like this?”

He groans. “Fuck, yeah, Little Witch. Just like that.”

He disappears out of sight again as the rope shifts beside me before I feel his presence behind me. With his cock nestled between the globes of my ass, he runs his fingers down my spine.

“How hot was it watching us fight?” he rasps, and I nod, embarrassment coloring my cheeks along with desire.

“Surface of the sun,” I admit as he runs his hands over my hips before delving between the apex of my thighs and straight to my core.

“Fuck. You’re not lying. You’re so wet already,” he rasps, and I hum in agreement.

“I’m not going to stretch you out with my hands tonight, Little Witch. I want to feel you around my cock,” he states, disappearing for a moment, and I peer over my shoulder to find him pulling a condom wrapper from the lining of his shorts.

I don’t say a word; I just enjoy the view of him rolling the latex down his cock before he positions himself behind me.

“Congratulate me again,” he murmurs, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Congratulations, Wyld—oh, fuck,” I groan, his name cut off as he slams into me.

I almost topple over the rope, but he saves me, fingers digging into my hips as he claims me.

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