Page 41 of Savage Outlaw

She moaned and bent forward, capturing his lips this time. Languid with pleasure as his hands gripped her hips and started to move her, grinding her on his cock like a docile puppet.

The heavy weight of it filling her palm sent a hazy wave of lust through her bloodstream. Causing dizziness to descend from all corners. Now she was aching for him to be inside her.

There was a moment when he started ravaging her mouth, that she wondered, could she be any random woman and he wouldn’t care? Did he have a stream of interchangeable women through the door? It was a paranoid fear … ajealous fearthat Tad could get the same from anyone and it wouldn’t matter.

She turned feral. Roughly dragging at his hair at the same time he about ripped her dress up her thighs until it bunched around her middle and pushed his hand inside her panties to cup her crudely. She kissed him hot and hard, tasting the flavor of the dragon.

“Say my name,” she pleaded. Needing him to acknowledge her.

“Get your fucking clothes off, Cookie.”

The relief was swift and she hated that he’d put her at ease.

He wanted her.Still. Maybe always.

She got rid of her clothes, this time she was the one holding the condom.

His eyes flared when he reached into his jeans and fisted out the thick swollen weapon she wanted inside her.

“On,” he growled and she scrambled her limbs onto his lap again when he brought the chair into the upright position, attaching his mouth on the aching part of her boob.

The first suck around her nipple almost toppled her onto the floor. She couldn’t stop whining, the pleasure rushed to the tips of her fingers, making them shake as she tried and failed twice to put the condom on him. He played so long with her breasts that her motor skills became like molasses.

“Stop. God, wait, Tad. I can’t…”

“Do it,” he commanded, sucking her nipple harder.

She was blind, but she slid the latex on finally. He lifted her into the air, kissed her belly and then dropped her down on him until she engulfed every inch of his length.

He groaned.

She gasped a little puff of air.

“All of it, Cookie.”

He didn’t wait for her to accept him, to adjust…Jesus, he was so thick. The stretch was beautiful. He took hold of her hips and drove up. She pushed her cry down his throat and then held on while he rode her from below.

“Hold still. Ah, fuck. Give me agoddamn minute.” He groaned while Roux panted from the fullness.

“I can’t…. Ican’t.”

“No, you tight little sneak, I’m not letting you off lightly. Not tonight. You’ll take it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” She hissed, mindless.

“You’ll bounce on my cock. You got me this hard, you fix it.”

She huffed and panted. “I will.”

He got her moving and it was so exquisite, she could cry.

This fuck was desperate yet slow. He knew how to edge her to crazy town, to make her beg with whiny girl pleas so he’d let her come.

When she tried to take herself there with rubs on her clit, he shackled her two hands in one of his and fucked her even harder, hitting her soft center over and over until she was panting with her forehead on his.

Tad ‘The Butcher’ Savage was her fantasy man magicked to life. Made solely for her.

He let out a rough exhale, watching her lazily as if he weren’t fucking her relentlessly hard. She’d always enjoyed his face during sex. He wasn’t classically beautiful but she found him striking. A face so sharp it would cut diamonds. A mouth so lush it could thrill or destroy.

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