Page 115 of Brutal Savage

Fuck, my dick throbs like hell. The animal in me wants to take her. Fuck her until she’s full of me.

But I won’t do that. I want her to give in to me.

Her eyes land on my jutting erection, and she swallows hard.

“That’s only for good girls who ask nicely. Are you gonna ask for it?”

I know she wants to. I can see it, though she refuses to say the words I desperately want to hear.

Fine, baby. We can play this game.

I kiss her slowly before I pin my forehead to hers. “Goodnight.”

Shutting off the bedside lamp, I spoon her, wanting her skin against mine. But there’s no way in hell I’ll be sleeping tonight, not while my cock is begging to be inside her.

Fuck.

Tossing and turning, I wonder if I should go into one of the spare bedrooms and take care of my raging hard-on. I can’t sleep beside her knowing she’s right there, damn naked like a personal offering.

When I start to quietly get out of bed, her voice stops me.

“Tynan,” she moans, thrashing her legs a little, sliding the comforter down to expose her breasts.

A brow arches when I find her calling for me in her dreams.

“Mm…” she goes on, making it harder for me to leave.

I don’t want to go. I want to be right here beside her. Fucking her senseless.

“Shit,” I grumble, grabbing my cock through my boxers, stroking myself to her bare body.

To the sounds she makes.

So damn crazed for her, I can’t stop myself from gently dragging the comforter lower, until she’s completely exposed.

She’s damn right sinful.

And all mine.

The desire to worship her, to wake her up with my cock buried deep inside her, takes over until my fingertips trace up her inner thigh.

She releases a raspy cry and her head turns my way, her eyes still fastened. Carefully, I stroke a finger along her warm slit, pretty and wet.

Needing more, I open her up, shifting her legs to the sides to maneuver myself between them, until I find her pretty clit staring at me.

With my cock in a tight grip, I rub the tip against her pussy, biting my damn lip from the sensation it brings. I stroke faster through her wetness, pushing the crown inside her just a little.

“Tynan…” she cries. “Please.”

But she’s still asleep, wanting me even in her subconscious.

Squeezing my shaft in a tight grip, I let myself enjoy her body for a little longer, knowing that I’m gonna need the release before I grow insane.

Though not like this. No matter how good that would be.

Yet I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck….” My head falls back.

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