Page 43 of Filthy Savage

It’s mine.

She’s mine.

When she reaches for the button of her shorts, I sit up a little straighter. She reaches up, wrapping her hands around the pole as she spreads her legs. Her back is to me, and I watch as she arches, drops her head, and looks at me. Her pussy moves up and down on the pole.

I imagine it’s my cock she’s riding and shift in my seat slightly.

Her tits sway and bounce with her moves. Fuck me. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to wait until I’m inside of her. A minute, thirty seconds, five seconds. I’m on the verge right now, ready to tip over and lose all of my control.

The song finishes, and she spins around the pole one more time, then shoots me the sexiest fucking smile I’ve ever seen in my life. Standing, I clear my throat and let out a grunt as I climb onto the stage.

“Shorts and panties, beautiful,” I rasp.

She does what I’ve asked, dropping both her panties and shorts. Lifting my hand, I extend my finger and press it gently tothe hollow of her throat before I softly glide it down her center, between her tits, her belly, and then through her folds.

“Soaked,” I state.

Spencer’s entire body breaks out in goose bumps. I smile at the sight, slipping two fingers inside of her. Curling them, I make come-hither motions as I watch her. I can only finger fuck her for a moment or two because I’m ready to goddamn blow.

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers. At the same time, I curl my fingers around her tit, gripping her there before sliding my thumb across her puckered nipple. “Ride my fingers, Spencer. Show me how badly you want my cock,” I demand.

Fingernails dig into my shoulders as she bears down on my fingers and begins to jerk and buck against them. I cup her pussy with my palm, and she grinds her clit against my hand.

Fuck me.

Goddamn beautiful.

“I’m going to come,” she moans.

I feel her pussy flutter against my fingers, but neither of us stops. She’s chasing that orgasm, climbing higher and higher. She’s ready to jump off the edge of the cliff, and I can’t wait to catch her when she tumbles over.

Then I’m going to fuck her.

Hard.

Her pussy clamps down around my fingers as she finds her release. I watch her, keeping my gaze focused on hers for a long moment. Then she trembles and shakes a few times before she releases her tight grip on my shoulders and her entire body slumps.

Releasing her breast, I wrap my arm along her back, pulling her closer to me. Feeling her tits press against mine up on this stage, I can’t help but smirk down at her. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers, then rest my forehead against hers.

“Beautiful,” I exhale as I slip my fingers from between her legs.

Bringing them to my lips, I lick them clean. Her taste is fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. I want to taste her every day until the day I die. Her fingers are still curled around my shoulders.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“Do you want me to take you and fuck you? Or make love to you?” I ask.

She smiles up at me. Her blonde hair is messy from the dancing. And as much as I wish it were from my hands, it’s not. But I plan on tangling the fuck out of it, and soon.

“There’s a difference?” she asks.

She gives me a small smile as her eyes dance. She watches me, waiting for me to make a move. I’m going to make one, too. I’m just not exactly sure how much she can take. I’m trying to figure it out in my head before I do it because once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

Then she surprises the absolute fuck out of me when she leans forward, her lips touch mine, and she speaks.

“Fuck me, Evan. I want you to make me scream on this stage.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

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