Page 63 of Savage Desires

Finally, after endless seconds, minutes, hours, he's buried to the hilt. His pelvis against mine adding delicious pressure to my clit. My pussy clamps down on his cock, causing us both to moan. He feels so good. Better than I ever thought possible. The weight of his body over mine, the feel of him inside me, and the look in his eyes as he takes me in is unlike anything I've ever experienced or will experience in the future. No other man can ever measure up to Kisten.

"You're so fucking tight and wet. Fucking heaven, beauty. I could stay buried inside your sweet pussy forever, and it wouldn't be enough," he confesses in a guttural voice.

"I've never… I—" I try to come up with something to say in response, but nothing comes out. I'm overwhelmed with my body's response to him and my emotions. It's a chaotic storm inside me that I don't want to be tempered.

He leans in and kisses me instead of letting me flounder to find the right words. I pour everything into our kiss, telling him everything I feel without words because I don't have them to say right now. Maybe later, when I'm not so overwhelmed, I will be able to put words to my emotions, but right now, I'm only able to feel.

Our kiss grows deeper and less controlled until I'm dying from need. I writhe beneath him, desperate for friction. His thick presence inside me is no longer enough by itself. I need him to move.

"Please," I gasp against his lips.

He slowly pulls back, leaving my body one inch at a time until I'm empty and even more desperate. He pauses for a long minute, those dark eyes boring into mine again. Then he's moving. Each thrust is a calculated movement, slow and purposeful. It feels incredible, but I want more. He's holding back, and that's the last thing I want him to do with me. I don't want him to treat me like I'm fragile. I want him to give me everything he is.

"Don't hold back…" I don't recognize my own voice. I've never sounded so needy in my life. If I wasn't feeling so out of control, I might be embarrassed, but as it is, all I want is more.

He closes his eyes and groans. "I don't want to hurt you."

I almost laugh. Considering the things that have been done to me, there is nothing he could do that would hurt me worse than what I've already experienced. I fall even deeper for him and his concern. He's on edge, and still, he's putting me first. If that isn't proof that he's a good man, nothing will ever prove it.

"You won't… Please, Kisten. Don't hold back. I want you… all of you."

"What if I scare you?" he says, voicing his real concern.

My heart cracks right down the middle. I cup his cheek and lean up to brush my lips against his. "You won't scare me. I trust you with all of me. Now trust me and let go."

I see the switch flip when he accepts my words as truth. He pulls out so just the fat head of his cock is wedged inside me. He pauses, looking at me, giving me one more chance to take it back. He offered me slow and sweet and is prepared to follow through on that even if that's not who he is. I don't stop him. I rock my hips up, making him sink a little deeper. That's all it takes for him to plunge back inside me in one fast stroke.

He lets out a low growl, hooks one of my legs around his arm, changing the angle, and drives into me hard and fast. Every thrust has his cock stroking over my g-spot before he hits the end of me. Over and over, he gives me the maddening pleasure of stroking my g-spot and the twinge of pain at hitting the end of me.

I dig my nails into his biceps, and he attacks my mouth with a furious passion. I'm in sensation overload. My pussy clenches around him as I get closer to the edge. I'm making noises that I didn't even know I was capable of. When he reaches between us and pinches my clit, I detonate. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I can't contain it. He doesn't stop fucking me as my orgasm wrecks me. Wave after wave of pleasure claims me, building higher until it's a tsunami consuming my entire being.

I feel adrift and out of control. I'm just a vessel for pleasure. Both mine and his. I bite his shoulder, desperate to feel grounded again. The second I sink my teeth into him, he roars out his own orgasm. His cock jerks inside me, filling me until I'm so full I can feel it dripping past his cock and down my ass.

I collapse onto the bed, my body still shuddering from pleasure. Kisten's still hard inside me. I love how he feels even though I'm so sensitive that every twitch of his cock sends another shudder through me. He starts to pull away and I whimper. I somehow find the strength to wrap my arms and legs around him, not letting him move. I can't bear it. Not yet.

He doesn't protest, once again understanding without words what I need. He deftly rolls us so that I'm on top with his cock still buried inside me. I relax on his chest. My ear over his pounding heart. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me closer than ever. Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them back. I don't want to ruin this moment with tears. Not even happy ones. It doesn't take long for me to fall into the most peaceful sleep I've ever had. My mind is completely silent, and my heart is full. No nightmares or worries can penetrate the bubble that surrounds us right now.

My last thought before sleep claims me is how utterly and completely in love I am with Kisten. I should be scared, but I'm not. I know that Kisten will keep me safe, including my tender heart.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

KISTEN

It doesn't take long for Willow to fall asleep. Her body relaxes, and her breaths become slow and steady. My cock is still buried deep inside her pussy. Her muscles clench around me every so often, even in her sleep. It feels so damn good. I want to fuck her again. Show her how good it can be between us, but she needs rest. I should move her so she's more comfortable—I'm not exactly a soft place to lay—but I like her right where she is.

In fact, I think this is my new favorite way to sleep. I wonder what she would think if I demanded she sleep on top of me with my cock buried inside her freshly fucked pussy every night. It would probably scare the shit out of her to learn how obsessed I am after being inside her once. I knew it would happen. There was no other option. Burying my cock inside her was never going to end any other way. She was already mine, but now there's no escaping me. I wouldn't let her go now, even if she asked. I will chase her if she runs. There's nowhere in this world she can hide from me.

The idea of her running and me chasing makes my cock throb inside her. She moans in her sleep, rocking her hips. I try to control myself, but she's sleepily riding my cock, her pussy clenching around me. I thrust up, matching her sleepy movements. It doesn't take long before she's quietly moaning. Her pussy locks down on me as she comes, pulling me with her. My cock jerks inside her, filling her once again. We're a fucking mess, and a better man would clean her up, but I'm not a better man. I like that her pussy is so full of me it's a dripping mess.

Willow nuzzles my chest and lets out a little snore. Jesus, fuck, she was still asleep? I thought she woke up when she started moving on me. I should be horrified by what I've just done… I'm not. Not even a little bit. I've never experienced anything like that and decide here and now that it won't be the last time. Especially since I've decided she's going to sleep with her pussy full of my cock from now on. I'll have her coming in her sleep every night after I fuck her until she passes out.

That thought settles something deep in my soul. It's truer now than ever… Willow owns me just as much as I own her. I fall asleep with my whole world wrapped in my arms.

I wake up to Willow's low moans. She's no longer plastered to my chest. I open my eyes to the hottest thing I've ever seen. Willow's sitting on my cock, her hands on my thighs to steady herself as she moves. Her head is thrown back, and I can feel her hair tickling my skin as she rides me. I grip her hips, and her eyes fly open, meeting mine. Her movements falter, but I don't let her stop. I use my hold to keep her riding me, thrusting into her from below.

"Naughty girl… fucking my cock without permission. Were you going to make yourself come?" I growl.

Her eyes widen, pupils blown from pleasure. "Y-yes," she says, her voice hitching when I pull her down harder onto my thrusting cock.

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