Page 104 of Savage Obsession

Baz joins in, thrusting up at the same time I sink down. The combined effect sends me spiralling, barrelling towards orgasm.

“I’m coming,” I bite out between gritted teeth. “Oh God, oh God.”

His grip tightens. He thrusts harder, I slam my body down with greater and greater force, rubbing furiously at my greedy, quivering clit as I reach for the rapturous joy awaiting me.

I scream when it hits. Wave after euphoric wave, cascading through my body. I lose control of my muscles. My rhythm is shattered, but Baz takes over, driving the pair of us towards climax and beyond. He gets there moments after me, letting out a hoarse shout, at the same time driving his cock upwards hard enough to make my teeth clatter together. The hot wash of his semen fills me, spurting again and again, spilling out to coat my thighs, his stomach, the tangled bedding beneath us.

We lie side by side, the only sound that of laboured breathing. We come down from the high, sinking into a soggy, contented puddle of sated oblivion.

Baz is the first to speak. “Fuck. Holy fuck…”

I can only agree. “Mmmm.”

He reaches for me, pulls me into his side. “I love you. Did I mention that?”

“I think so.”

We lapse into silence again, then I make the inevitable suggestion. “We should be getting back. Lily…”

“Yes, probably. I don’t think I can move quite yet.”

“Me neither.” By mutual, unspoken consent, we remain where we are for another twenty minutes, maybe more.

I nudge him in the ribs. “Could you pass me my clothes?”

“I suppose I could. If you insist.”

I struggle into a sitting position. “What time is it?”

“About six. Maybe later.”

“It’s time to go back. Before they send out a search party.”

“Yeah, probably.” He rolls onto his back and grins up at me. “On the other hand…”

“You can’t be serious! Again?” My pussy clenches in anticipation. Maybe, just a few more minutes…

His grin widens. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me back to straddle his thighs. “Do your worst, Mrs Bartoszka.”

It’s a fine offer, the best I’ve had all day. I impale myself on his erection and proceed to do exactly that.

Baz’s phone buzzes in his pocket on the drive back to the marina. He takes it on the hands-free set in the car. “Yeah? Kris?”

Kaminski doesn’t bother with any greeting, just launches right in. “Your new best friend’s arriving in the next few hours.”

“I know that. You said you’d send a car.”

“Not Nathan Darke. He’s the cherry on the fucking cake. No, I mean Casey Savage and the rest of her clan. Half the Irish Mob are on their way here, as well as Ethan and his horde of kids. What’s this I hear about you getting a fucking dog?”

I let out a squeal. “Henry! They’ve brought Henry?”

Baz slants a glance over at me. “Sounds like it. They’re coming by yacht, then?” Commercial airlines tend not to look too kindly on canine passengers, though I suppose Ethan Savage could lay his hands on a private jet.

“Yes. The whole bloody lot of them. Fuck knows who’s running their empire.”

“He has an underboss. And there’s always Gabe Sawyer.”

Kristian grunts, clearly unimpressed by this dereliction of duty. “Are you on your way back?”

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