Page 81 of Savagely Yours
Sighing, she reached for the button on her pants, but instead of releasing it, she ran her thumbs along the inside of her waistband. The woman was driving me mad, and in less than four steps, I could be on her and dragging her out of her clothing myself.
But I liked this game.
“Tapley?” I took one step closer. “Get naked.”
She released the button.
Dried syrup moved faster,butI liked this game.
“I’m pissed,” I told her. “You’re fucking with my mind, and I can’t figure out how you’re doing it. I want you. Fuck, I want you like you couldn’t possibly imagine.”
“Is it the kind of want where you get that little bit of pre-cum spilling out of your head?” she asked, lowering the pants to her ankles. “Can I see?”
“Keep going.”
She slid out of the panties next, and the sticky wet spot in the middle made me momentarily stop breathing. We had officially entered critical territory. If, for some reason, I could no longer have her, I would go through a mad, chaotic, and destructive withdrawal.
The shirt came off.
I sank my teeth into the inside of my bottom lip. “You are so fucking sexy, Tapley. You drive me out of my mind, I swear.”
Her eyelids flickered.
“Oh, you liked that? You like knowing that I spent every waking moment since I left you this morning thinking about you? That I haven’t been able to think about literally anything else but seeing you again?”
She reached back, unhooked her bra, and tossed it.
I stepped out of the underwear, fully intent on having her touch herself for me, but she turned around, climbed onto the mattress, and positioned herself on all fours.
I crossed the room in two steps, took her hips as if I was afraid they would dissolve, and slid my dick along the seam of her ass, fluid dribbling down my shaft and following the path of the prominent veins on full display. Then, I held my breath and pressed my head against her opening. Her greedy pussy started to suck me in, and I clenched my jaw so hard, I could have fractured the bone.
She pushed back against me. “Dez, please…”
Sweat sprouted on my forehead as I slid inside her, telling myself to take my time. But as her body swallowed me from tip to root, my vision blurred. My mind went blank. I used my holdon her hips to coax her into taking me as deep as she could, and we both moaned at the same time.
I pulled out and thrust again until her ass was slapping against my pelvis in a sultry, satisfying rhythm. Goosebumps on her skin tickled my palms, and she sent a slew of unintelligible words toward the ceiling. Needing more, I cupped her chin, pulled her spine toward my chest, and slid my tongue inside her mouth. The goal was to give myself a moment to get used to the warm sheath of her body, but then she wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked.
I sank deeper.
Fucked her harder.
All I wanted to do was explode against her walls each time I pulled out and her pussy sucked me back in, but I never wanted to leave her body.
She broke the kiss and lowered her head, but I gently tangled my fingers in her twists and eased her back toward me.
“Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t put your head down.”
“What’s-wrong-with-that?” she asked, gasping and moaning between each word anddriving me out of my damn mind.
“If you want me to pull out, don’t put your head down.”
An unobstructed view of my dick sliding in and out of her, and her pussy wetter than a rainforest, meant I would come the moment her forehead touched the sheets.
“Larke, stop fucking with my head.” I licked her shoulder, reached around and stroked her nipple. “You’re fucking with my mind, making me crazy.”
She squeezed out a laugh. “You were…already crazy.”
I smiled.
