Page 76 of Savage Heart

Picking her up again, Trouble strode to his massive king-sized bed, and threw her onto it. She bounced on the soft surface, giggling again.

Hell, when was the last time she’d felt so free? So unrestrained?

As she watched, her eyes mesmerized by his movements, Trouble quickly removed his clothes. He gently laid his kutte on his dresser, then he ripped off his t-shirt, then pulled down his jeans, kicked off his boots, and then stood before her in all his naked glory.

“Goddamn, you go commando,” she rasped, swallowing at the sight of his thick, long cock, her mouth watering at the pearly substance dripping from the tip.

He chuckled, making her gaze fly to his face. He was smirking.

“I can see you that like what you’re lookin’ at,” he rumbled, sex and seduction in his voice.

She snorted. “What’s not to like. You’ve changed; you’re bigger, there’re more tattoos….”

And she’d changed, too. Back when they’d been together before, she’d been an insecure, self-conscious size 12. Now, she was an insecure, slightly more self-aware size 16. She had saggy tits, cellulite, stretch marks, and rough skin between her thighsthanks to high Vegas temps and thigh rub. She was nowhere near as sexy as Amelia, and she wasn’t even as “small and tight” as she was before.

As if hearing her thoughts, Trouble reached down, grabbed her ankles, and tugged her down the bed, planting himself on his knees between her spread legs. It was obscene, but he looked sexy as hell doing it.

“I don’t need to hear your thoughts to know you’re thinkin’ bullshit, Skizzy. You are fucking beautiful. All sexy curves, tiger stripes, big, plump tits and ass, and—fuck, that pussy still looks as delicious and sweet as it did ten years ago, baby.”

Holding his weight on his hands, Liz groaned when his biceps and forearms flexed. He looked like a god of the profane, of hedonism, of lust. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses on her body, starting at her neck, and slowly, languidly, kissing down her heated body, adoring her sensitive flesh one brush of his lips, one lap of his tongue at a time. He was…worshipping her.

His hands traced her body, cupping her breasts, gliding down over her hips, down her legs, up her calves, to her inner thighs…to her aching, swollen slit. She groaned.

“So soft, so fucking perfect,” he murmured against her breast, right before his lips closed around her nipple.

She could feel his cock throbbing against her inner thigh, it’s scorching hot tip, leaking into her skin.

She needed that cock inside her!

“Trouble—”

He cut her off with a kiss, her mind melting into a pool of need and pleasure. His lips were hard, taking hers without remorse, without gentleness, and she responded like she’d die without him. It was instinct to kiss him back, to let him in, to give and take, like two souls meeting, to hearts beating. This kiss was more intense than any of their other kisses combined, for itwas a cleansing by fire, a washing away of the past, and the fiery rebirth of them…of their love.

Liz’s heart raced, her breathing a shallow pant, as his lips continued to remove every thought from her mind. She couldn’t get close enough to him, she wanted to climb inside him, and live there, ever a part of his body—as he was part of hers. His hard chest pressed down on her aching breasts and tingling nipples as he took her mouth with an animalistic fervor she’d never known before.

Breaking the kiss with a snarl, Trouble slid down her body, forced her knees to her chest, planted his shoulders between her spread thighs, and speared her pussy with his tongue.

She cried out, her throbbing pussy a haven of pleasure.

He lapped at her, growling, moaning as if tasting something delicious.

“Goddamn, baby, you still taste like mine,” he growled, before spreading her pussy lips, and licking her from entrance to clit, over and over again, lapping at her juices. “Come on my face, baby, then I’ll give you my cock. Give me one, then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.” Using his right hand to knead her breast and rub her nipple, he used the fingers on his left hand to rub circles on her needy little clit. She tensed, her body pulling tight was ever more pleasure mounted.

“That’s it, give it to me,” he muttered, before sliding a long, thick finger into her. The sound they made as he finger fucked her was the most filthy, indecent, arousing sound she’d ever heard. “Come on my face, baby, put all that sweet juice in my mouth. Get my beard nice and dirty.”

She exploded, her body writhing, arching, her cried caught in her throat.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his tongue and mouth hungrily lapping at her release.

As she came down, he slowed his movements. He pulled his finger from her, and sucked the juices from it. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she watched as he licked his lips, looking down at her pussy like he wanted to dive back in and feast once more.

Instead, thank fuck, he crawled back up her body, taking her mouth, and sucking on her tongue. She tasted herself, and, strangely, it was hot as fuck.

Tearing his mouth from hers, Trouble reached to the bedside table, retrieved a condom wrapper, tore it open, and sheathed himself in the most elegantly arousing dance.

“If you didn’t have women here, what’re the condoms for?” she asked, her mind still working enough to ask that much.

He smirked down at her, his hand tugging on his cock. “I had hopes for us, baby. I knew that once you gave me the green light, there’d not be a thing on earth to stop me from takin’ you to bed.”

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