Page 37 of Filthy Savage

Thankfully, Evan doesn’t say anything. I think I might die of embarrassment if he commented on the fact that I am so forward. I don’t understand what has come over me, but I don’t have time to question it either.

I need him.

Right now.

No other time will do.

He aligns his length with my center. I grip his shoulders as I sink down along his length, taking him completely inside of me. My head falls backward, and I let out a sigh.

I ride him.

It’s not slow and sexy by any means. It’s hard and fast. He leans forward, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my breast. I feelhis tongue flick my nipple as he sucks on me. It sends shots of electricity straight to my pussy.

One of his hands presses against the center of my back as I arch my spine. The other shifts between us, and I feel his thumb press against my clit. I whimper as my body bucks, moves, takes from his.

I feel selfish. But at the same time, I don’t care. Call me selfish if you must. All is fair in love and sex. My eyes slide closed. I feel. Nothing else matters. I let every thought in my head just… vanish.

Then it happens. My orgasm consumes me. It rolls through me, and as much as I want to stop moving, I don’t. His thumb continues against my clit. It’s overly sensitive to the point of pain, but as I continue, it ebbs, and warmth takes over all of me.

Evan doesn’t stop, and then I hear him roar as I feel his dick grow and twitch inside of me. His warmth fills me, and I know he’s coming. This moment makes me feel more powerful than I ever have in my life. I’m not sure I am powerful in any way, but I feel it right now.

Slowly, I ride him until he releases his mouth from my breast. I’ll no doubt have a bruise where his mouth clamped onto my boob, and I can honestly say that I’m excited about that mark.

Rising and falling along his length one last time, I let out a heavy sigh as I straighten myself. I open my eyes to look into his and give him a smile. It feels like a lazy smile, and I can barely keep my eyes open as I stare into his.

He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I know I am, too. Lifting my hand, I slide my fingers across his jaw, slipping my fingers through the strands of his hair. It’s shorter than he used to wear it. I like it.

I feel like something needs to be said at this moment, but neither of us speaks. Instead, his head falls forward, and I feel his forehead press against my chest as he breathes.

Closing my eyes again, I keep my hand against the back of his head and just let myself be consumed in the moment. Evan, Brew, is inside of me—and he likes being there. He’s sober, he wants me, and this is real.

It’s my every fantasy come to fruition.

It’s perfection, and in my warped sense of self-destruction, I wonder if it is going to last.

Or if I’m going to ruin it all.

BREW

Pullingup to the cabin for the first time, I wonder if it’s good enough. It’s always just been a little place to get away, and my brother gave it to me when he got his own little family. I understand why now. It’s no place to build a life. It’s a place for a vacation, not to live.

“I love it,” Spencer breathes next to me.

Turning my head, I look over to her. She’s staring straight at the cabin. I have no idea what to say. I would apologize, but she doesn’t look like she needs me to. I watch as she pushes the door open, then jumps down from the pickup truck and walks directly to the front porch.

Spencer stops at the door, turning her head to look back at me, and calls out. Everything is so quiet that I can hear her words perfectly from the truck, with the doors closed.

“Are you coming?” she asks.

I bite the corner of my bottom lip, then clear my throat and shove the door open. Walking around the bed of the pickup, I lift her luggage out of the back and carry it with me toward her.

“Door’s unlocked, beautiful,” I say.

Her eyes widen. “Unlocked?” she asks.

Laughing, I jerk my chin. “Yeah, not many people make it out here. No reason to lock it regularly.”

She frowns, then turns back toward the door and twists the knob. I watch as she pushes it open before she steps inside. Assuming that one look will send her running back toward the truck and the motel, I’m surprised when she doesn’t. Instead, as I walk through the door, I find her at the back door.

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