Page 27 of Filthy Savage
Axe
I throwon a pair of boxers and sit on the bed. A bone dead tiredness quickly sets in. I wasn’t expecting to be this beat. The flimsy mattress sinks in half under my weight. It has been a long night even before I fucked Angel hard in the shower. I curl my fingers into the mattress and stretch out on the comforter, made cool from the air conditioning unit that lines up with the bed. I look up at the ceiling and around the room. Jesus, this place is a hellhole. I wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but compared to this place, the clubhouse is a palace.
“Are you okay over there?” she asks.
“Huh?” My focus swivels from the dented and falling apart chest of drawers that holds an old TV on it. Angel is draped in a towel. Tiny droplets of water ease down her hair to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. I already want to rip the towel away and trace each droplet with my tongue as they move down her body. With her curves, I can picture licking every bead of water until she’s quivering.
“Hello? You there?” Angel says again, waving to get my attention this time.
I jerk myself out of the fantasy and return my gaze to her face.
“Yes,” I rasp. “All good.”
Angel leans against the door jamb. The bathroom light casts shadows on her nearly nude body, highlighting her silhouette. Fuck. As drained as I feel, I can’t stop the erection tenting my boxers. Her towel slides down slightly on one side, and I swallow hard, catching an eyeful of delicious cleavage.
“Didn’t you say something about taking the couch?”
“That was before,” I mutter. “Get over here. Now.”
Angel runs her hand through her hair and scrunches up her nose in a mildly annoyed expression. “Not until I’m good and ready,” she huffs.
I see right through the failed attempt at disinterest.
I can’t hold back my smile, which damn near takes over my entire face. She’s lucky I haven’t yet forced myself to get up off the bed. That towel would be gone again and I’d do ungodly things to her luscious nakedness, right here in this room. Still, I can’t resist the huge gaping hole of opportunity to mock her half-hearted attempt at domination.
“Yes, mistress. Just let me know how standing over there is working for you.”
Judging by her lack of response, I figure she will give up on the power struggle and come to bed. Angel does neither. Instead, I get an eyeful of her delicious, naked curves as the towel drops to the carpet. My cock goes from firm to hard as granite in an instant, and I lift off the bed. Dragging my gaze across her nakedness, I make sure to claim every damn inch of her with my eyes. I can’t even try to tamp down the need that forms deep in my chest and rumbles at the back of my throat.
Angel is… fucking gorgeous.
She arches a brow and places one hand on her hip, kicking it out so the hollows of her mound are contoured with shadow. Before I know it, the exhaustion I’ve been feeling is long gone, and I’m standing in front of her again, pressing her naked back against the wall. Our eyes lock. A grin stretches across Angel’s face. The sound of her throaty gurgle of a laugh, has my cock like a kickstand in my pants, pointing right at her.
I swallow thickly.
“Are you going to stare until the sun comes up, or are you going to obey me?” she asks. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s no mistaking the potency of the word ‘obey’.
I nod.
“Sit on the bed,” she orders.
“You won’t use that tone again after I’m done with you,” I warn her, boldly stripping out of my boxers.
“What did I say?” she asks in the exact same tone.
This woman is bold and brash, the way she persists in butting heads with me. I’m used to calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. I yield to no one, but this little lady still doesn’t give a fuck. Damn, it’s sexy. Unable to hide my grin, I meet her halfway. Taking her by one hand, I shuffle back to the bed and sit at the edge. All I have to do is play it cool and let the pretty little curvy woman with the commanding voice boss me around a little bit. Maybe for a couple of hours. Okay fuck, maybe for five minutes.
Angel traces her index finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, and pauses at her neatly trimmed bush.
“This game of yours won’t last a minute if you keep teasing me that way,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her wrist.
Damn. Angel goes down on her knees in front of me. Her long damp hair brushes against my legs, and my stiff cock is inches from her sexy, fuckable mouth, so close my tip could part her lips if I breathe too deeply. She stares up at me, stretching out the moment for way too long.
“Be a good boy and don’t move.”
Angel leans in further, connecting her tongue with my tip. The exhales from her mouth tickle my skin all the way along my shaft to my stomach, silently reminding me she’s the boss. For now. Unable to look away from that mouth of hers, I marvel as she takes almost every inch of my shaft into her mouth without using her hands. Christ, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She moves her lips up and down my shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the tip each time she pulls back. A deep rumble vibrates through my chest to my lips, and our eyes lock. Angel smirks at me, giving me a sassy wink.
“You know what I want.”
