Page 70 of Ruthless Savage

“Yes…” she pants, her teeth snapping around her full bottom lip.

“You want my fingers right here? Want me to rub this clit and make this sweet pussy come?”

“Oh my God, is this really happening?” she pants with a tantalizing groan.

I chuckle, rubbing my thumb over that spot, and her back jerks completely off the bed.

“That’s right, it is. You’ve been driving me mad. And I’ve been waiting too long for this to stop now.”

My lips drop to her jaw and I kiss and suck along its path, leading to her throat, lowering my elbow onto the bed.

Her pulse hammers beneath my touch as I stroke her clit, making her sound so bloody good, I almost come too.

“That’s it, scream for me. Let me hear what I do to you, mo stoirín.”

She doesn’t speak my tongue, doesn’t know I just called her my little darling. But that’s what she is to me.

The urge to sink my fingers inside her overtakes me, and instead of fighting it, I do. I push past her entrance until my first knuckle, not enough to take her virginity, but enough to feel her stretch for me.

“Oh God, Devlin! More! Please.” Her fingernails dig into the muscle of my bicep, her eyes lost with mine.

My thumb circles around her clit while my fingers sink a little deeper, curling inside her.

“Shite, you’re so tight. Can’t even take my cock, now, can you?”

She nods. “I can. I’ll learn to.”

I chuckle.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” I hiss as her walls suck me in.

“Yes! Oh, God!” Her back arches. “I knew it would be this good. Just you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

My hand returns to her throat, squeezing as her eyes fill with even more desire.

She’s close. And I want her just like this when she comes. Palm wrapped around her throat, at my mercy. When I swipe my finger this time, she screams.

“Devlin! Yes! I’m…I’m?—”

The way she moans…I want to consume it.

“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me.”

I continue to work her, wanting every drop that belongs to me.

Her jerky movements and the ripples of her walls send me over the edge.

My cock throbs to be free, to feel her mouth and pussy around it. But this was about her. I don’t want nothin’ in return.

She’s slick, soaking wet, and when I feel the sheets below her, I know she just made a mess.

“Think I just made you squirt, love.” My mouth curls.

“Wh-what? Is that what I felt? Like a balloon that was about to pop?”

I let out a rumbling laugh as her chest climbs higher with every inhale, trying to catch up with her breaths. I slide over to her side and take her to my chest, kissing her forehead.

“That’s right. How did it feel?”

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