Page 124 of Ruthless Savage

I realize I like it when he praises me, so I continue to take more of him, his hard-on pulsating down into my throat until I gag so hard I can’t breathe.

“Yes, feck, that’s good.”

His palm keeps me prisoner around him, like he doesn’t want me to move a fraction. And neither do I.

I learn that I enjoy bringing him pleasure, and I want to do that. I want to gag on him. I bob my head up and down, trying not to use my teeth, but my God, this is hard. My cheeks burn, but I continue with fervor, peering up at him, his face twisted up in absolute want.

“That’s it,” he moans. “Keep sucking me with that virgin mouth. You’re doing so good.”

My own need becomes untamable, and all I want is to feel him inside me again, his eyes on me as he thrusts.

I keep working him, and his palm forces me all the way down until I gag again.

“You sound perfect taking me so deep. Never felt anything better in my life except when I feel your pussy ripple around me.”

Everything he says, the way he sounds, it’s all making me more aroused, an achy throbbing between my thighs.

“Feck, I’m close. Keep suckin’ me, baby.” His fingers spread in my hair as I slide my mouth up, then all the way down. “Yes, that’s it. Good girl. Don’t stop. Gonna coat your throat with my cum.”

My hand strokes him while I continue to pull him deeper into my throat, tasting his precum. His erection grows tight, jerking against my tongue.

Before I know what’s happening, a loud groaning thunders in his chest. His hand keeps my mouth locked against the base of his cock as warmth shoots down my throat.

“Feck…yes…” His hips thrust into me over and over, as though he can’t stop.

My body heats at the thought that I was able to do that. Give him this much pleasure.

When he’s through, he yanks my head back and blows a whoosh of an exhale. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”

Gripping my lower lip with my teeth, I smile and shake my head.

“Good. Because that’s all mine now too.” He raises his pants back up, but leaves the zipper undone before he’s lifting me in the air.

My legs wind around him as he kisses me softly this time. It’s like he wants me to know that this thing between us is beyond just sex, beyond the physical. But I already knew that.

He carries me to the bedroom, lowering me onto his bed.

His hands grab his t-shirt, and he tugs it over his head before he’s stepping out of his pants, and somehow he’s hard again.

Lazily, he strokes himself, watching me, his erection getting thicker.

I follow his lead and slip out of my shirt too, and his jaw tenses, his fist tightening around the crown of his cock.

Hungrily, his gaze caresses a path down my body, every hill and valley his to climb. I feel not an ounce of shame. I’m every bit his, and he’s every bit mine.

He stalks forward, settling on top of me, and I welcome his weight, spreading my thighs open for him.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” He grabs his cock and the tip nudges my entrance. “If I’m lucky, I’ll get you pregnant by the end of tonight.”

“I’m on the pill, remember?” My grin widens.

But he only smirks and thrusts deep enough for the familiar stars to spread before my eyes.

“Don’t worry, love…” His lips feather against my throat. “I’ll find a way around that.”

After the multiple orgasms, we finally started talking. I can’t believe my father had this whole thing with Mason planned! He could’ve told me! But I understand why he didn’t. Devlin had to see how scared I was, and in the end, it worked out anyway. I have no energy to be mad at my father.

“This is probably the best news ever.” I grin.

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