Page 52 of Filthy Savage
Caressing my inner thigh, he ducks his head down and kisses a trail up to one hip. I’m already writhing from his promise of making me pay. His lips on my skin only serves to ramp up my need. As his mouth lowers onto my cleft, he reaches his hands up and cups each breast. He licks along my folds and circles my nipples at the same pace, causing my hips to drift up off the bed for more.
Axe moves his hands back to my thighs, parting them wide as he drives his tongue past my folds. I’m wet, and shaking, and close to the edge when Axe seems to lose all control. With one smooth movement, he lifts his head, drags me down the bed, and wraps my legs around his waist. His cock surges at my opening, easing up my tightness, inch by inch, until he’s deep inside of me. He grips my ass cheeks, settling himself as my core adjusts to his thick width. Making a slight motion with his hips, he pushes in deeper, and at the same time, he moves a hand over my throbbing cleft. He flicks it a few times, and my legs start to shake, my stomach seizes and my body ignites, catapulting me to an orgasm that has me seeing stars.
“Yes. Come for me, Angel,” he moans.
He does not stop even for a second, and that little rolling of his hips keeps the waves of an ever-intensifying peak rolling through my body. Close to crying from pure sensory overload, my body bucks as I lose myself, surrendering to the exhaustion. Axe picks up the pace then, sliding his massive rock hardness out of me a little more each time, and sinking into me, driving my mind out of my body.
He drives deeply inside me, one sharp thrust after the other, seeming to lose control. He grasps my hips and pulls back, all the way to the tip, and with a groan, he buries himself inside of me again. The sensory overload blows my mind each and every time, sending shockwaves from my core to every part of my body. Each movement hits deeper inside me and makes him a little more erratic, and in one or two or twenty more strokes, he moans out wildly.
His body tenses through his release as my channel tightens with a climax that seems to start from deep in my womb and takes me over the edge with him. Axe rocks back and forth some more, and slowly his body calms. Resting on top of me, he pants for air, cradling my body tight underneath him. After a few minutes, he pulls out of me, taking me into his arms as he stretches his legs out.
Axe’s burner phone goes off on the table and I nearly jump up through the roof. He groans and picks it up, checking the number.
“Fuck. I need to take this call,” he grumbles, moving out from under me to sit up. “What?” he answers gruffly, giving one-word answers throughout the call. He hangs up. “Sorry, doll. We’ve got business,” he announces, making his way to his clothes on the armchair near the window.
I pull the covers over me, staring at him as he removes the condom and gets dressed. I have no words.
“I won’t be long,” he says, kissing my forehead before he walks out the door.
I stretch out on the bed and close my eyes.
Axe has just confirmed it.
He’s my pattern.
