Page 82 of Filthy Savage

I almost tell her to stop, but I don’t. Mainly because I want this, and I’m selfish. Spencer reaches for my belt and unbuckles it. I can hear the sound of the metal clanking over the music outside of the door.

Then my pants are down my thighs, and so is my underwear. She curls her fingers around my length and strokes me. I’m already hard. It’s not as if I need to get any more ready for her mouth.

Her lips part, and she takes me inside of her mouth, down her throat as far as she can. “Do you taste your delicious pussy on my cock, beautiful?” I ask, lifting my hand and sliding it along the side of her face, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck, feeling the strands between my fingers.

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me. Keeping her head from moving, I begin to thrust into her mouth, watching her throat enlarge as my cock sinks down inside of her. I’m careful not to choke her, watching as saliva drips down her chin.

Fucking beautiful, just like her. I continue to fuck her mouth, wanting nothing more than to come down her throat, but I don’t. Holding her head still, I shift out of her mouth, regrettably.

My cock is dripping from her saliva, her face the same mess. Gorgeous. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful creature to share this with, to share everything with. My life, my world, every part of this world. The absolute fucking amazing, the fucking horrible, and everything else in between.

“Fuck your man, beautiful.”

And that is the rest of the night. Fucking, drinking (me), smoking (both of us). Swear to fucking Christ, I have never had this much sex in such a short period of time. At least not since I became a patched member of the club at eighteen.

My cock seems to be in a constant state of being erect around Spencer. I’m not sure when it will stop feeling this way, so I’m going to take advantage of every twitch of my cock and find a way inside her sweet body.

Every single time.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

BREW

My head poundsas I lie beside her, tugging her against my body and feeling the warmth of her flesh touching mine.

If my cock would work, I could fuck her again right now.

But my balls are empty, and my dick has been fucked raw. I need a break, at least for a few hours. I’m sure she feels the same way.

Touching my lips to her shoulder, I gently remove myself from her body and slide out of bed. I hope she’s able to get some sleep, but I’ve got some work to do. And I’ve seriously neglected my duties with all of this running around the country.

After showering, I quickly dress and head down to the conference room. It’s going to be the quietest room, and the table is nice for me to spread shit out on. I’m going to have to schedule myself in some of the keg deliveries, collections, and maybe even a warehouse run.

I’ve seriously neglected shit since Spencer came to town, barely keeping up on everyone else’s schedules but not my own.I’m not sure how long I sit at the table working, but there is a knock on the door what feels like seconds later.

Calling out for whoever is on the other side to come in, I hear the door open, but there are no footsteps. Slowly, I spin around in the chair I’m in to see that Spencer is standing just on the other side of the door, two coffees in hand.

Spencer wouldn’t walk through that door unless invited. She isn’t a stranger to club life, and while that isn’t the only reason I’m attracted to her, I have to admit that it’s a nice addition to her positive attributes.

“You can come in, beautiful,” I murmur.

She looks over her shoulder, then takes a hesitant step into the room. I chuckle at the sight of her. She’s so fucking stressed out. Patting my lap in an invitation, I wait until her ass is planted on my thigh to talk to her about this moment.

“Without an invitation from me or someone else who holds an office in this club, this would absolutely not be allowed. If the old men were running the place still, also, this would not be a thing. But we’re not as strict as the fathers,” I point out.

She smiles, her gaze searching mine for a moment. Then she leans forward so her lips can brush against mine. “Good morning, baby,” she breathes against my lips.

Baby.

Fuck.

I like that.

A hell of a lot.

“I woke up, and you were gone,” Spencer rasps, leaning forward to touch her mouth to mine in another soft kiss. She tastes like coffee and creamer.

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