Page 11 of Savage Devotion
More hot pre-cum releases from the swollen head, and when he widens my thighs with his own, I reach out and pass the tip of my finger over the bead of his piercing, making his head fall back with a heavy groan.
Rapid beats of his heart are revealed in the erratic thump of the artery on the side of his neck. It’s empowering to see how affected he is by me. Those piercing dark eyes glitter with unspoken danger but his touches tell me the only thing I should fear is how hard he’ll make me orgasm.
He guides the head to stroke over my clit and damn, it’s beyond amazing. My lust-dimmed brain screams for him to take me already.
Swirling the smooth head around my throbbing clit, he uses his other hand to slide a finger inside my tight channel. I dig my heels into the bed and grab his wrist. I buck wildly as he pushes in yet another. “Oh, God, Reaper. Yes!”
“Easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt this pretty pussy of yours,” he husks in a way that has my insides flaming. “Let me prepare you for my size. That’s it. Ride my fingers nice and easy.”
“Reaper,” I say breathlessly. The pleasurable ache of him stretching me has ignited a burn inside me and only the way he fills me can soothe the pain.
I wrap my hand around his, still working his massive shaft. He grunts when I brush my thumb over the wet tip before tracing over the metal piercing his length.
I dig the heel of my feet into his bare ass impatiently. “What if I want fast?”
Black eyes meet mine. In those dark depths, I see the same need radiating in me shine right back. “Greedy baby. You’ll get it. You’ll get all of me, but let me make it good for you.”
He pulls out a condom and rolls it on. It has to be a damn strong one to go over the piercing, but I’m not worried. I’m on the pill.
He clasps his hands over my thighs and I cry out with surprise when he hauls me so close there’s no escaping. No going back.
“You make me crazy with need. I’ve never lost control but you have me wanting nothing between us.” A light sheen of sweat glimmers over all those hard lines and muscles from the way he’s holding himself in check.
And I won’t lie. I love seeing this alpha of a man succumb to his desire for me. It’s empowering.
He palms a breast and strokes a thumb over the delicate tip as he places the head of his shaft at my entrance. My folds start to spread over his piercing and then his bulbous head. Fire and a delicious pain spirals throughout my body as my channel stretches wide over his Prince Albert. Cool steel against heated skin sends my senses into a whirlwind ripe with euphoria.
He grips my waist and pushes another inch, and then another as we both look on. My tight entrance clamps around his invading cock and neither of us breathes. He stops halfway in leaving me panting and quivering for all of him.
“Reaper, don’t stop,” I beg. “I need you all the way in. I can’t stop now.Youcan’t stop now.” Unwarranted fear of him pulling out and stepping away grips me until I can’t breathe. My heart feels like it wants to burst.
My breathing increases and my heart pounds so hard it feels like a beating drum inside my chest.
“I’m not, baby. Take a deep breath for me.”
I do, and he keeps his promise. He surges so deep and hard inside me that the bed skids across the hardwood flooring and his balls bounce off my ass.
He stills, and my heart hammers against my ribs at the sight of such a powerful man claiming my body.
I don’t remember telling my brain to reach for my nipples, but I do it anyway and the cry of pleasure that comes out of me shocks us both.
“Fuck,” he groans with a pained expression. “You’re so tight.” He falls over me, balls deep in my pussy, and drags his lips over my nipples.
“Fuck, yes!Papi más, ¡por favor!Harder!”
He fists my hair and forces my head to the side. I buck under his weight. Blunt teeth scrape over the tender flesh of my neck and almost as quickly as flipping a light on, the years of denying myself pleasures of the flesh come flooding into me. Scorching heat floods my core, grips my insides and deep-seated need drives my hips to ride over every hard inch of his cock.
With every movement I make, he glides through my juices. Pulling and pushing we find a chaotic rhythm that has me flying dangerously close to coming for him again.
He pulls out, his other hand pinning me to the bed to where only he can control how deep and how fast he fucks me. When he rams back in, there is not a red blood cell in my body that is not two thousand degrees and burning from the inside out.
With my legs wrapped around him and my fingernails clawing at his back I do what instinct dictates.
I beg for more. “Fuck me harder. Make me remember you. Make me never forget what it feels like to be taken by the Reaper.”
Teeth bite into the flesh of my shoulder and I finally get to feel what it’s like to have an orgasm dragged from me.
My tight pussy clamps over my lover’s cock and I spill hot, sticky juices all over both of us. Pulsations quiver through me pulling me from the dark depths. Hard lips find mine, and the second I think I can finally take a breath, he’s right there stealing it from me the moment I break the surface.
