Page 70 of Savage Redemption

A small, sleepy smile dances on her lips. “I should hope not, San Antonio.”

“Sassy little madam.” I slide back up her body to settle once more in the cradle of her thighs. I reach to position myself at her entrance, but she beats me to it.

“Let me.”

“Go ahead,mi corazón.”

This is a new task for her, and she fumbles at first, but I resist the temptation to take over. She raises her hips to better accommodate me, and after one or two false starts, the head of my cock slides into her snug channel.

“I’ll take it from here,” I murmur, holding my body motionless, my weight on my elbows and knees.

I inch forward, taking my time, savouring the delicious caress of her tight pussy when she squeezes around me.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“I’ve heard that before somewhere.”

She grins up at me, rolling her hips to urge me on.

I take no more persuasion. With one swift thrust, I sink myself balls-deep inside her.

Rosie lets out a sigh. “Oh, so good. So… oh.”

I start to move. Slowly at first, short, teasing strokes, then getting longer and firmer. I raise myself onto my hands, one planted on either side of her shoulders. She grips my forearms and I gather momentum, burying my cock in her snug heat with every smooth glide. She’s wet and warm and welcoming, her inner walls gripping me like a glove.

“Adan, I…I…”

She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist, locking her heels behind me. “Harder,” she demands. “Fuck me harder.”

I manage to find another gear. I’m pounding into her, her slender form jerking hard with every punishing stroke, but she relishes all I can give her.

“I need… I need… Ah, yes. That. That.”

That indeed. My balls contract. I’m ready to dump my load inside her, but not yet. Not until…

“I’m almost there. Just a little more. Harder, please. I need… Aaaagh!” Her voice is ragged, wrenched from the depths of her throat.

Her pussy clenches down hard. Her body convulses, her fingernails dig little half-moons in my forearms as her climax seizes her again.

Any slender hold I may have had on my own climax evaporates. I let out a hoarse shout of satisfaction. My balls have their way and my semen pumps up and out to fill her channel.Wet heat envelopes me. The slick sounds of our mutual delight fill the air. My body stiffens and shudders and my release surges forward to meet hers.

We lie motionless, still joined, neither of us wanting to move, reluctant to sever the connection.

Rosie breaks our breathless silence. “I need to get back to Erin. Eva has her, but…”

“I know,” I reply. “And I need to make arrangements for my trip. But I need to say goodbye to her before I leave.”

“Not goodbye,” she blurts. “You’re coming back.”

“Of course,” I lie.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“You know why I have to. This has to end, this thing with Kaminski.”

“Perhaps Ethan could?—”

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