Page 128 of Savage Outlaw

Butcher grinned and licked his lips. Already the front of her cotton panties had a damp patch. One he wanted to press his face to and inhale. She was a drug and him the addict.

Her lips open, eyes cast in lust, with her porcelain skin turned pink. She was so fucking beautiful, he could barely stand not fucking her like a damn dog.

Butcher stroked a hand up her calf to her thigh, watching her slow methodical strokes on her pussy. He loved that she knew what she liked to get herself there, but he wanted to be the one to make her come.

“Slow down,” he said, and he watched her breath falter. Her fingers didn’t stop. “Slow down, Roux. I don’t want you to come.”

“You know I hate taking orders.”

Leaning over her, his belly touched hers, trapping her hand between them. All at once her eyes fired like his spitfire.

He did know she bristled against anyone telling her what to do.

“Do I ever make you feel weak?” She didn’t answer, but her eyes never faltered. He kissed her chest, and then sucked on a nipple. She moaned and speared her fingers through his hair. “Do I ever make you feel less than a fucking goddess?”

She shook her head.

“If I give you an order in the bedroom it’s not to be a prick, baby. It’s so I can make you feel so fucking good because that’s my only job.”

“Baby…” she breathed, reaching for him.

“Let’s see how far I can bend this sexy body of yours so I can do what I need to do.”

She smiled so wide that he felt that shit hit him in the gut.

He didn’t stop his prowling, not until he braced over her body and he replaced her hand down her panties with his.

The wetness to greet him nearly sent him to an early grave.

Sweet fucking hell.

They’d fucked on and off most of the day, he’d come home early from the club and she’d attacked him before he was through the door.

He thought he’d sated his girl but here she was sopping wet and moaning up into his mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Cookie. Get me hard.” She cupped him through the shorts, and he hissed.

“You’re already hard.” she rolled off her tongue. Sexy as sin. Twice as seductive.

“Get me harder,” he demanded, finger-fucking her.

She started pumping him through her fist, he dropped his head to watch and swore he was about to come all over her pretty underwear.

Things heated up pretty damn fast. There’s no off switch where his desire for her is concerned. She launched into an orgasm the second his fingers started riding over her G-spot.

“Ah, fuck. Roux. Stop moaning,stop fucking moaningor I’ll put my hand over your mouth.”

“No, you won’t,” she laughed with a teasing glint in her pleasure glazed eyes. And didn’t his woman tighten her hand around his cock and jerk him hard. “You like hearing my moans and cries, don’t you, baby?”

Fucks sake, she had him there.

He whisked their underwear off between her eating kisses. “Hands and knees,” he ordered and when she went on kissing him, it was Butcher who flipped her. “I said hands and knees,Cookie.” Her startled laugh died into a whimper when Butcher fixed himself between her spread thighs and fed into her heat with no pre-empting other than to put his hand between her legs and slide over her clit.

Her eyes wild and dark over her shoulder, so lovely that his thrust came deep so he could watch how she took him.Heaven.

She dropped her forehead to the sheets below, he stretched her arms over her head, holding them down. That’s how Butcher took his woman, until the pleasure made his skin tingle and her cries of his name would stay with him for hours.

Sex had never felt as good as it did with her.

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