Page 113 of Savage Outlaw

“Promise.” He rasped.

That was all that needed to be said for now. Because whether he believed it or not, she intended to have the longest life with this guy.

She wasn’t lying when she told him he’d signed up for a Tucker. There were no returns on her.

Cuddling her biker, the silence soothed her until she gave a giant kitten yawn with sound effects.

Tad laughed and pulled her closer. His gaze was intense as he threaded his hands through her loose hair. Tipping her head back, he stroked soft lips down her throat, sucking her wildly beating pulse. “I know it’s late, and you’re tired but, Cookie? I need to put you on my cock right now, yeah? Need to feel you sinking around me, taking me deep.”

She moaned. It was unbidden and rushed arousal through her.

She wanted that too.So much.

Roux was already lifting up on her knees so she could watch him grab his long hard cock. Sitting it up against his stomach it was no effort at all to slide down and take him in. She was so wet that he pushed in easily.

Their conjoined groans became music.

“My perfect girl.” He damn near moaned into her mouth.

“My awesome man.”

“Fuck your man,” he commanded, a timber so deep it rushed over her skin.

Her lips met his.

Kissing Thaddeus Savage made her feel more alive than any drug ever could. The high he caused was unmeasured … and addictive.

“I love you. I don’t know what it means not to love you.”

Oh, god. She felt the same way. Her love for him sometimes felt like she had a monster living in her body, taking over every normal feeling and making it unbearable to cope with unless he was near. It was dangerous and lovely all at once.

He moved her on him slowly with the help of his hands gripping onto her hips.

Roux moaned into his lips. Teasing him with flicks of her tongue. “Your dick is so grateful to be inside me, isn’t it?”

A growl rattled his chest and she laughed, gripping onto the back of his hair as he gave her an extra hard shove from below. “It loves being inside me right now, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t start, Cookie.”

Oh, she started.

She started so much and she watched him turn feral in seconds.

Taking what he wanted.

Taking what heneeded.

Giving her what she needed.

“We’re gonna finish this fuck,” he told her between slow shoves, while she panted. Aching everywhere from how good he was making her feel. “Then I’ll clean you up and we’ll sleep. Is that good?”

“God, yes. That’s good.”

“Now gimme your mouth.”

His demand was so rough and so Tad-like that she about fell into his mouth and then he started to move.

This time Roux knew he was claiming her in a way he never could with their first time. Or any time after that.

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