Page 22 of Savage Secrets

She dug her fingers into his hair. Twisting them, she tugged at the strands and ripped another groan from him. As he probed the tip of his tongue inside her, she rewarded him with a flood of juices.

God, if he took his last breath right now, he would die a happy man. What better way to go than in the bed of a beautiful, desirable woman? Opal wasso muchmore than that too.

With each thrust of his tongue inside her, she bucked against his mouth, taking, taking, taking all he was willing to give. As he felt her inner walls tighten on his tongue, he shifted gears to her clit.

Working it with soft pulls of his mouth, he drew breathless gasps from her.

She locked her fingers on his skull. “Z-ahhh-ch!” She gave one hard rock of her hips and began to come apart on his tongue.

He couldn’t stop himself from plunging two fingers inside her throbbing pussy. She issued a strangled cry as her orgasm spiked higher.

What he wouldn’t give to see her face right now. To watch the ecstasy steal over her beautiful features would be the best gift he’d had in his life.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her body…and thrust them back inside. Her inner walls clamped. Her clit strained beneath his tongue with each soft lick he delivered.

His cock throbbed behind his fly. The tip grew damp with precum.

Drawing on her clit, he fucked her with his fingers until she let out a final throaty gasp and collapsed on the bed.

Pulse pounding, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. They were dripping with her release, and he wasn’t about to waste a drop. He stuck them in his mouth and sucked as he pushed to his knees.

Even in the darkness, he saw the glint in her eyes. She held out her arms to him.

The shock of the gesture shot ripples much higher than his groin.

Heart clenching, he hovered over her. When she wrapped her arms around him, his eyes slipped shut.

Her lips found his in a soft, seeking kiss that turned him inside out. Was he going to walk away from Opal’s bed unscathed? Not likely.

Hecouldkeep back part of himself, though—he was good at that.

As she tightened her hold on him, that idea flew out the window. Their kiss spiraled on and on, and he kept it going with teasing nips and flicks of his tongue to build her need for him.

When she started wiggling, there was no slowing down. His cock surged. Reaching for his belt, he had it open in a blink while he toed off his boots.

She went for his fly, her hands shaking in a way that thrilled him to the bone.

“I want you so damn bad, darlin’.”

Together, they shimmied his jeans down his hips. When she cupped his erection through his boxer briefs, she sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re big.”

His lips twisted up at one corner. “Is that a problem?”

Instead of answering his question, she thrust her hand into his briefs and stroked him from base to tip.

Her palm grew slick from the precum seeping from him, and the next time she jacked him was slippery.

They shared a muffled groan. “Condoms are in the drawer.” She twitched her delicate jaw toward the bedside table.

“Thought you said it’s been a while.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not prepared.” The corners of her lips turned upward in a soft smile.

He couldn’t get to those condoms fast enough. Snaking out an arm, he opened the drawer and sifted around until he pinched a foil packet.

When he pushed to his knees, the brass headboard struck the wall.

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