Page 32 of Filthy Savage

Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I slowly peel it up my body, then toss it somewhere on the newly cleaned floor. My brafollows, baring my breasts for him. I don’t look the same as I did ten years ago, but unlike him, I do not look better.

But the way he’s looking at me right now, the hunger in his gaze, I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman on earth. I start to say something but then decide against it. Standing, I shimmy my pants down, kicking my shoes off before I kick my shorts off as well. They join his clothes somewhere in the room.

“Show me how wet you are,” he demands softly.

I almost don’t hear him. I’m not used to his tenderness. The only time we were together was when he was completely trashed. I’m not sure what this means, this softness, but I’m going to take it and run with it.

Because as soft as he’s being, he’s also demanding, and that shit is hot as hell.

Slipping my fingers between my legs, I use two fingers to gather my wetness, then lift my hand to his lips, sliding my finger across them, painting them with my wetness. Holding my breath, I wait for his response.

He smiles, and then his tongue snakes out before it slides across his lips, tasting me.

“Fucking phenomenal, beautiful.”

BREW

I haveto be inside of her. Right fucking now. Reaching down, I grab hold of the backs of her knees and gently lift them until she falls backward onto the mattress.

Keeping my fingers curled around the backs of her knees, I lift and spread them so her thighs are on either side of her body, pressed against the mattress.

I fit my hips between her thighs as I look into her eyes. She’s panting, her lips parted, her eyelids heavy, and I can practically taste her need.

It fills her almost to bursting.

I want to fuck her hard and fast. I want to take everything from her and leave her nothing but a heap of muscle, bone, and flesh.

“Spencer,” I rasp.

I feel her hands move between us. One of them curls around the side of my neck. Then the other one wraps around my cock. My hips shift forward slightly as she jacks my cock.

I grunt, my eyes searching hers.

I want to come on her stomach, her chest, and inside of her cunt—I’m just not sure where I want to start.

She releases my dick and places her palm in the center of my chest. Biting the inside of my cheek, I shift my hips so my cock is pressed against her center. I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes widening as she looks up at me.

“Please,” she whispers.

Slowly sinking inside of her, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her lips.

“What I’ve always wanted, Evan,” she whispers. “You. Just you.”

And with those words, I bury myself deep inside of her with a single thrust. Holding her thighs open and against the mattress, I begin to move. I lift my mouth from hers to look into her eyes as my hips roll.

“You got me, beautiful. All of me, always.”

My hips continue to roll in a steady rhythm. I’m careful to grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. Her hands find my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh as I continue to look into her eyes.

Lowering my head, I slide my nose along the side of hers. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

She lets out a whimpered breath, then lifts her hips to meet mine. She’s searching for her release, and I want her to find it. I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, strangle me. I want her to pull my cum from my body.

Spencer’s entire body trembles beneath mine. Feeling her wet pussy around me, knowing that this is exactly where I belong, there is no way I can let her go back home now. Because Spencer is my home.

Releasing one of her legs, I slide my hand around the back of her neck and hold her there. I don’t take my eyes off her. I can’t. She cries out, her hips lifting to meet mine, her lips parted, and her eyelids heavy.

She’s fucking spectacular.

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