Page 34 of Filthy Savage

Evan releases his grip on my waist with one of his hands. Then he slips it between my legs. I can feel his fingers slide through my folds, swirling my clit, then they slip inside of me. My eyes close, feeling his fingers stretch me.

“I am yours, Spencer. I’ve always been yours, beautiful.”

His words send a thrill of desire up my spine. Leaning back slightly, I lift my hips to give him better access to me. All of me. I know deep inside of me that this is meant to be—meant to last.

It’s real.

“Now, be a good girl.”

“I’m always a good girl,” I say with a shaky voice.

My entire body is trembling as I climb higher and higher. I stand on the edge of the cliff, ready to tumble over. I’m ready to come. I want it. Not just because I’m close but because he wants it, too.

I want to be his good girl.

I live for it.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’ll be your good girl,” I rasp.

He doesn’t respond to my whispers with words. Instead, his fingers move faster inside of me. He makes come-hither motions over and over, his thumb swirling my clit as he does. It consumes me.

Closing my eyes, I reach out and grip his thighs as I arch my back. I come. It rolls throughout my entire body, and I swear my soul separates from my body for a moment—it is that earth-shattering.

Before I can come down from my release, Evan rolls us again and drags my body forward, and then I’m right there.

I’m sitting on his face.

My heart races as his tongue slides through my center. I don’t know what’s happening. I’m sensitive, and my orgasm is still pulsing through me at the same time his tongue is lapping at my center.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s perfection.

I close my eyes and grip the headboard. It’s a simple wooden headboard. I wouldn’t be surprised if Evan made it himself. It’s a large plank piece of wood, but right now, it’s the only thing holding me up as I grip it with all of my strength. Though, to be fair, it’s not much strength right now, and I’m not sure why I’m so focused on the damn headboard to begin with.

Then it’s almost as if something he does between my legs sends a bolt of lightning throughout my entire body. I jump slightly, and my eyes pop open. My lips part as my breath hitches.

“Evan,” I exhale.

The word comes out so soft that I almost don’t even hear it. Then I close my eyes, and I see stars. I’m not sure how long I am in this position. How long I stay in the darkness as stars float in my vision, but it takes everything inside of me to just breathe.

When my back lands against the soft mattress, my eyes open, and I’m met with Evan’s beautiful gaze. Then he slides inside of me, and I let out a sigh. Full. Fulfilled. That’s how I feel right now.

He dips his chin, and his mouth touches mine. He tastes like me, and I’m not sure if that should be sexy, but it is. Sliding my tongue along the seam of his lips, I moan at the taste. And then his tongue slips inside of me, and he fucks me with his tongue at the same time he moves inside of me. The same rhythm.

I’m not sure I can come again. I’ve almost lost count of how many times he’s made me come. Three. It’s been three times. And I’m on my way to number four. I didn’t even know this was possible, but I want it to happen.

I want to come again.

And when I do—I know it is going to be earth-shattering.

Higher and higher, I climb until I’m on the edge. I can hardly breathe. His tongue continues to fuck me as his hips move. I’mconsumed. I thought he had consumed me before, but it was nothing like this.

And then I come.

Evan breaks the kiss, his eyes wildly searching mine, and that’s when I realize he’s coming, too. His lips part, and his face wears the expression of surprise. I feel his cock twitch inside of me, and the warmth of his release fills my body. My eyelids flutter closed as I accept all of him inside of me.

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