Page 98 of Savage Sacrifice
“Yes,” I breathe, and he shakes his head.
“I can’t hear you.”
Aware of the game he’s playing, I move my right hand two inches to the left to find his cock. His head falls back, a snarl tearing his lips as he rocks into the touch.
“I said yes,” I repeat, louder this time, before I grab his boxer shorts and tug them down.
His cock springs before my eyes, throbbing and needy. I should draw this out, make him wait, but I can’t. I need to taste him. I need to feel the weight of his cock on my tongue more than I need my next breath.
This time, when I swipe my lips over his length, there’s no barrier between us. Just hot, desperate flesh. Running my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, I barely flick a single lick at his needy head before I repeat the process, this time sparing a moment for his balls.
Another rumble of curse words echoes in the room as his hands find their way to my hair, but he doesn’t guide me, he just holds on for the ride.
Motivated, I repeat the swipe again, but this time, I swallow him whole, desperate to worship him the way he worships me.
He hits the back of my throat every time, making my eyes water, and I love it. I want tears to stain my cheeks as I make him mine. I want to gag around his length, I want my mouth to feel so full it will steal my last breath.
“Touch yourself, Silver. I want to watch you come from fucking me with your mouth,” he commands, and I hum around his length.
The second I press my finger against my clit, my eyes roll to the back of my head. Finally, I look up at him through hooded eyes as I sink two fingers into my core, humming again as his jaw falls slack.
I can’t imagine what I look like, but I’m too desperate to fall apart to care.
“Circle your fingers in that needy cunt of yours, Silver,” he rasps, and I do as he says, choking on his cock while riding my hand like my life depends on it. “Imagine it’s my fingers inside of you, my cock. Show me how sweetly you fall apart for me,” he goads, and I groan as tingles shoot down my spine at his words. “That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl. Come. Come now.”
His order is a detonator, triggering the switch inside of me as I climax. My release drips down my fingers as I moan around his cock, eager for his taste, but before I have the luxury, he pulls out, wrapping his hand tighter in my hair as he tugs my head back.
Wild eyes meet mine, searching for a beat before he steps around me, dropping to his knees at my back. I’m still clinging to the ecstasy thrumming through my veins when he taps at my lips, and when I part them, he stuffs lace in my mouth.
I blink in surprise, quickly coming to realize it’s my panties, but there’s no time to consider it because he grabs my wrists, lifting them back over my head to gather them with one hand while the other lines his cock with my entrance.
He fills me in one swift motion, making me moan around the lace as he stretches me further. There’s no time to adjust to him, I’m dripping and he’s feral as he fucks me with urgency. Every thrust is firmer than the last, every slap of our skin connecting is louder than the one before, and every pound is faster as he steals my breath, taking everything that I am.
I’m a puppet, my back pressed to his front as he keeps my hands in position, unrelenting as he takes me again and again and again. His free hand runs down my chest, between the valley of my breasts, before dusting over my nipples, making my back arch as his thrusts become more intense.
The tremors of another orgasm swirl inside of me, and just as I teeter on the edge, he brings his lips to my ear. “Don’t ever leave me again, Silver.”
My climax takes me, drowning me in euphoria as his cock slams into me one final time, filling me with his release. I feel dizzy and lightheaded. We’re both drunk on sex, panting every breath as perspiration clings to me like a second skin.
He releases my hands, letting them fall to my sides as he slowly starts to massage my shoulders, calming the ache before it even arrives, with his cock still firmly lodged inside of me. I’m certain we’re going to go again, the bliss-like feeling wrapping me in a warm embrace, when a knock sounds at the door, and the way Asher freezes, I already know it’s not good.
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ASHER
Iknow that knock. It’s a knock I heard once and have dreaded ever since. If I were to close my eyes, I would be able to visualize the very first time it haunted me, but there’s no time for reminiscing now.
My entire body stiffens, and even with my cock still inside of Polaris, the sound has killed the moment. Instead of worshipping my woman as she worships me, I slip from her core, pulling her panties from her mouth as I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“Get dressed, Silver,” I breathe, rising to my feet, and she glances back at me, confusion thick in her eyes.
“What’s going on?” she breathes, wrapping her arms around her middle nervously, and I fail to offer her a reassuring smile.
Instead of answering, I reach for my boxer shorts, dragging them on quickly before shaking out my jeans and slipping them on too.
“Asher?” she murmurs, forgoing her underwear as she hurries into her black sweat pants and white t-shirt.
I part my lips, ready to answer, when another knock pounds from the door. It captures both of our attention, leaving us gaping at the wood when they call out from the other side.
