Page 129 of Brutal Savage

“You’re quite fond of threatening to rip up my clothes.” She runs a finger in between her breasts.

“I’m quite fond of seeing you naked.” I smirk. “Now, stand up.”

I grab her hand, pulling her to her feet and turning her around.

Her audible breaths only swell my insatiable need for her. Gathering her hair, I slide it over her shoulder, and her skin prickles. Her soft, slender throat begs for my mouth.

I want inside her. In every way. Want to seep into her veins. Want her to taste me in her marrow, until she wants me just as much.

The sound of the zipper reverberates through the room, goose bumps rising at the back of her neck. As a finger traces down her spine, her shoulders rattle, exhales scattered and heavy. I slip the straps of her dress down her arms, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her skin.

“Tynan…” My name is a frantic plea for me to give her what she craves.

I pull the dress lower until it pools at her feet.

“Say my name like that again.” I cup her tits and pinch both nipples, eliciting a moan.

“Tynan…” Her hands find my thighs, and she squeezes them when my lips drop to her throat.

My cock throbs to feel her again, to make her feel me too. Grabbing her delicate throat, I let my other hand slip between her thighs. Two fingers thrust inside her, my thumb playing her clit as she bucks, crying out in pleasure.

“Already soaked for me. What a good girl.”

“Tynan, I need?—”

“I know exactly what my wife needs.”

Sliding my fingers out of her, I spin her around and push her roughly down onto the bed. With her pretty mouth parted, she waits for my next move, obediently lying there with those perfect rose-colored nipples I need to taste again.

“You’re so goddamn sexy.”

She stretches her body, pressing her knees together, making it impossible to think of anything but fucking her. I take her legs in the air and over my shoulders before I’m kneeling on the floor, spreading her wide, exposing her glistening cunt.

Her eyes pinch closed, teeth sinking into her lip.

“Look at me.” The tip of my tongue teases her slit.

“Oh my God!” she cries, eyes locked with mine.

“That’s it, keep looking at me.” My tongue takes a leisurely swipe up from her entrance to her clit, and she jolts, snapping her thighs around my face.

I only grip her tighter and spread her wider, holding her thighs prisoner as my tongue rams inside her tight hole before swirling around her core.

She snatches a fistful of my hair, and I chuckle, grunting as she yanks harder.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

“Don’t stop. I’m…I’m…close.”

“Mm,” I growl, sucking her deeper into my mouth, feeling those small tremors around my tongue.

But I don’t end the sweet torture. Not until she’s screaming and begging.

“Oh God, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”

My teeth graze. My mouth sucks and nibbles while my tongue rolls until she’s there, writhing and coming all over my damn face.

I can’t help my groan of satisfaction.

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