Page 19 of Filthy Savage
And fuck, my dick is that much harder when my fingers reach her folds, confirming that she’s naked under this leather costume.
“Don’t stop,” she says. The softer, sweeter sound of her voice returns, and resonates deep in my chest.
I skim the last inch or so, easing along her wet folds. Angel leans into my every touch, taking what she needs, urging me on. This position gives me a whole different point of view. I can touch her every curve and soft spot, taste her juices, smell her sweetness, and see her reaction all at the same time.
And I fucking love it.
I inhale the slick warmth of her on my fingers, then flick my thumb over her clit with my other hand. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to. Not with all the other signals she sends out. Like her hands grazing along my head, shoulders and chest as though she can’t stop touching me. And her inner thighs that tremble against my arm. And her light, breathy moans that grow more intense. She’s close. So close. I savor her taste on my tongue, easing my other hand up her curves to one breast. Slipping my fingertips past the seam of leather halter top, I circle her nipple.
Angel’s hips jerk forward. It’s exactly the response I want.
Her whole body’s mine now.
“More,” she commands, although her control is quickly eroding as she gives herself over to the moment.
To me.
And fucking right, there’ll be more.
Slowly, I lean in. My tongue arches and flicks her clit. She’s unsteady now, weak with desire. Pulling from her breast, I wrap an arm around her waist and steady her trembling form.
“Easy,” I soothe, loving the way she writhes as the hot breath of sound passes over her wet center.
“I need…more,” she moans, choking on the words.
Her wish is my command. The idea of taking her over the edge, of taking back control is more powerful than ever. That’s no surprise. I’m used to running the show, in and out of the bedroom.
Easing my tongue along her soft folds, I dip my tongue between them. She jolts from that simple touch, and soon, after all my earlier teasing, her body gives in to an orgasm that causes her knees to buckle as her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders. Angel continues to tremble beneath my touch, still muttering her pleas for more.
More.
Need overpowers me. Taking over becomes the only option. I stare up into her face as I get to my feet, then scoop her up and carry her to her bed, kissing her possessively. She kisses back too. So much for Angel being in control. Not that it wasn’t fun. I won’t let her surprise me like that again, although who knows. With the insane chemistry between us, anything’s possible. Just knowing that she held out for so long, fighting for the upper hand makes me harder than fuck again.
Pulling from her kiss, I nip a trail down her neck and collarbone, then lower. As my lips hover over one breast, I release short, hot breaths on her nipple before taking her puckered flesh into my mouth.
And Angel cries out my name.
She really shouldn’t do that.
That sound is too sweet, too hard to ignore, drawing me to a place in my mind where I want to hear it all the time. Every damn day.
Mine.
Groaning through the urge, I lift from her breasts and cover her mouth with mine. I let my hands roam down to her ass and grind my cock against her. She so fucking responsive. I’m loving the way she rolls her hips in time with her tongue as she explores my mouth.
Needing more, I drag the zipper down the front of her dom dress until it’s open all the way, making her full tits more accessible. I peel off all that leather off her shoulders, throwing it off the side of the bed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous naked,” I whisper, biting back a groan as I stop to appreciate every soft curve under me.
I leave the bed to quickly find the condoms in my jeans, which are at the center of the room where I left them from my pants. Returning to bed, I quickly put the condom on, part her legs slowly, smiling as she hums out a sultry moan. I clutch her inner thighs with each hand and meet her eyes as I position myself and rub my tip along her warmth. Angel lifts her hands to my chest. As she laces her finger together, her hips roll, allowing me in, inch by inch. Slow and steady. Hot and intense. When I’m deep inside of her, I ease out and sink my cock into her. Hard and rough this time. She gasps out a breath shutting her eyes tight and gripping the hairs at the base of my neck. I do it again. Harder. Faster. Deeper with every stroke. I could stay like this all night, staring down at the pleasure on her stunning face as Angel crashes through another peak as I fuck her. Her tight inner walls grip around my cock, massaging my shaft as her body seizes. She holds me tight while her body takes what I’m giving, burying her head into my neck.
I don’t stop. With each thrust, I need more. I have to get her in my bed. The image of her silky blonde waves fanned out on my pillow, her scent infused into my bedsheets, her red lips crying out my name drives me insane, and in a few more strokes, I come.
My head is spinning. There’s so much energy firing between us, I need to either pull away now or own her completely.
“That was…” I start, but the words won’t come as I adjust my weight and relax at her side.
She molds her body to me. Enjoying the moment for a while, I run my fingers through her hair and down her back, not quite ready to leave.
But after some time, she sits up and pulls the covers up her body. “You should probably go. I have an early day tomorrow.”
“All right,” I rumble out, and leave the bed to get my clothes back on. “See you around, sweet thing,” I add over my shoulder as I head out of her bedroom and leave though the front door. I won’t dare look back, not when everything in me is fighting hard to turn around and stay.
Because deep in my gut, I know the truth.
She’s already mine.
