Page 145 of Savage Hearts
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna show you exactly how I feel about it.”
He takes the neckline of my dress in both hands. With one hard yank, he rips it wide open, tearing the fabric apart. Then he latches onto one of my exposed nipples and sucks on it, hard.
When I gasp, he grips both my breasts in his hands and goes back and forth between them, sucking and licking, teasing my rigid nipples with his thumbs, tongue, and teeth. Shivering, I sink my hands into his hair.
Between my spread legs, his erection is rock-hard. “Mal,” I whisper. “The driver.”
“Dom!” he barks over my shoulder. He says something else in Russian.
I hear a low hum and glance back. A tinted privacy partition rises between the driver’s seat and the passenger section of the car, separating them.
Then Mal’s greedy fingers are between my legs, pulling aside my panties and sliding inside me.
“Always so ready for me,” he growls. “This sweet pussy is always so plump and slippery, ready for my dick.”
He goes back to sucking my nipples, finger fucking me as I rockback and forth on his hand. When he presses his thumb against my engorged clit, I groan, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.
My heart beats like mad. My skin burns like fire. My nipples ache, and my breathing is rough.
I want him to fuck me, right here on the back seat of this car.
He knows. Of course he knows. With an animal’s snarl, he pulls his fingers out of me, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, and rips open his fly. His big, stiff cock springs out into his hand.
Rubbing it against my soaked folds, he whispers harshly, “Mouth.”
I kiss him. He kisses me back like I’m a life preserver and he’s drowning. He flexes his hips, nudging the crown of his cock at my entrance. With a thrust, he slides in.
He’s thick, hard, and throbbing. He grips my hips and starts to pump into me, grunting in pleasure, then leans in and takes a mouthful of my breast.
He bites it, sinking his teeth into the flesh beneath my nipple. I love the way it feels, pain and pleasure wound up in a hot little concentrated ball. The feeling makes my pussy throb and my chest ache. I start to grind against his pelvis, rubbing my clit against him as his fat cock spreads me open wide.
He slides a hand around from my hip to my ass and fondles the sensitive bundle of nerves between my ass cheeks, teasing his fingers back and forth over it.
“I want to fuck this little rosebud,” he whispers hotly, panting. “Have you let a man fuck you here before?”
Shuddering, I moan his name.
“No, I know you haven’t. But you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna let me be the first and last. But before that, you’re gonna come on my cock, baby.” His voice drops. “And I want you to comehard.”
He presses with his finger. It slides into my ass. I cry out, trembling and starting to buck against him helplessly. I cling to hisshoulders and ride him, listening to him murmur every filthy thing I never knew I needed to hear a man say.
When my moans grow louder and more broken and I’m clawing at his shoulders, my entire body tensed, Mal pulls my head down with a hand in my hair and puts his mouth next to my ear.
His voice dark and rough, he commands, “Come for me, baby. Give it to Daddy.”
He shoves his finger deep inside my ass and bites my throat like a savage.
I climax, sobbing.
My pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, violent contractions that shake my whole body. My clit throbs and pulses. My thighs shake. I shoot into outer space at a million miles per hour, impaled on his cock, his mouth hot and voracious on my skin.
It goes on and on for what seems like forever. Pleasure crashes over me in waves. I feel surrounded by him, devoured by him, consumed.
I never want it to end.
Then he’s kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he pumps his hips faster, moaning and pulling my hair, fucking me in a frenzy. He drops his head to my shoulder and releases my hair, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me tightly against his chest.
With one final, violent thrust, he orgasms. He groans against my neck.
