Page 78 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“It’s about us,” she says, gazing up at me. “Let me be what you need. We’ve got plenty of time.”

My mouth runs dry the second she leans forward, but she doesn’t do what I’m expecting and my dick jerks in protest, but then her lips press against my thigh, only an inch away from my hidden scarred skin.

“Red,” I whisper.

With our eyes locked, her tongue sneaks out and drags up my inner thighs.

It’s intimate, even more so than the blow job I’m still hopeful of, and it makes my chest ache in the most incredible way.

I’ve shown her my darkness, the worst parts of me and she’s embracing them.

It’s more than I ever expected to experience.

Those three little words that I said before dance on the tip of my tongue again, but they don’t get a chance to fall free because she pulls back and wraps her lips around me.

“Holy fuck, Red,” I bellow as my hips involuntarily punch forward.

But she’s ready for it and she relaxes her throat, taking as much of me as she can.

Wrapping one hand around the base of my shaft, the other locks on my hip for leverage, she begins bobbing up and down on me like she’s been doing it all her life.

Fuck. I really hope she continues doing it for the rest of her life.

Proving my previous words right, it only takes an embarrassing few minutes before my balls are drawing up and I’m riding the fine edge of release.

She groans, the hand on my hips shifting to cup my balls and I fall, my cock jerking violently as I fill her mouth.

She takes it all, swallowing down my seed before cleaning me up and sitting back.

“You’re perfect, Red. So fucking perfect.”

I have her on her feet in a heartbeat and spin her around so that I can pull the zip of her dress down.The second it’s undone, I push the fabric from her shoulders, revealing the sexy lingerie set she’s wearing beneath.

It’s like nothing I’ve seen her wear before and I immediately know that she bought it, especially for me.

It’s black, lacy, and so fucking sexy I would have probably come on the spot if she hadn’t already sucked me dry.

“You look…” I start, spinning her around before me. “Fuck.” The lace is so sheer, I can see her rosy pink nipples and just a hint of what’s hiding between her thighs.

She twists her fingers in front of her nervously. It’s a million miles from the confident woman who just ripped my boxers from my body to get to my dick.

“You’re beautiful, Abigail. Every inch of your body is perfect,” I say, reaching out and tracing one of the scars across her stomach. “I’m obsessed with you.”

Her eyes lift to find me, and the second we connect, all bets are off.

Reaching forward, I grab the back of her thighs and throw her back on the bed.She’s still bouncing when I crawl onto the end, spread her thighs and fall on top of her, catching myself on my palms planted on either side of her head.

“Elliot,” she gasps before I claim her lips.

I kiss her until she’s breathless and writhing against me.

Resting on one elbow, my other hand roams over her curves. Gently squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples through the lace before grazing over her stomach and then over her pussy.

“So wet for me,” I mumble into our kiss when I find the lace soaked with her arousal.

“Please,” she whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed in invitation.

“I guess I do have a favour to return.”

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