Page 67 of Wild Angel

I start grinding against him, urgently trying to fit more of his cock inside me, trying to get friction against my clit.

Savage groans against my mouth, grabbing my ass in both hands and squeezing.

My tender flesh sets alight as he kneads my bruises, making me gasp.

He guides my every move, forcing me to fuck him harder and faster, my body rocking against his as my pussy swallows his dick and holds on so fucking tight.

I’m almost there, almost ready to burst apart. Savage’s gaze becomes intent, his jaw bunching. “You gonna come with me?” he says. “Because I’m ready when you are, Angel.”

There’s a sudden painful twinge just above my hip bone.

It’s like someone’s sticking a heated knife into my belly, aiming it down, down.

I gasp, stiffen.

Savage groans, holding tight to my ass as he spears into me and starts grinding against my slick pussy.

But I’m not coming.

I’mpanicking.

Fear pours into me, leaden and thick. I break off our kiss and shove hard against his chest, trying to get away. I lift one leg, but he forces it down again.

“No!” I scream, slapping his face.

He grimaces at me, and then fucks me again, his eyes searching my face.

“No, Savage, stop!”

I punch his chest, draw back to punch his face. He catches my right wrist, then the left. When I manage to wriggle off his lap, he twists me around and shoves me onto the bench, face first.

“You forget I love this as much as you do,” he grates in my ear. “Now open up that sweet, sticky pussy of yours, Angel.”

“Savage, no, please.” My words catch on the start of a sob. “Not inside. Please.”

His weight is on me now, pinning me, suffocating me. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“N-Nothing, you sick fuck.” But there’s no weight to my words, only despair. I can’t hide the fact that I’m in full-blown panic mode, and I think he’s finally getting it.

Or maybe not.

Because he doesn’t stop.

His dick is in me a second later. His hips slam into my tender ass, wrenching a gasping sob with every fucking thrust. I start blubbering, my mind wrecked, my body so confused it’s only throwing me pleasure signals.

The sound of him fucking me is primal, brutal. My body shifts over the leather seat, the hand on the back of my neck barely keeping me in place with how violently he ruts me.

“Caesar!” I choke out. I reach out and grab a seat belt. “Please!”

He slows. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, and I know it’s too late.

It’s already in me. His seed. Hiscome. It’s all inside me, in my womb. A sob tears through me.

“F-fuck you,” I mumble. “Fuck you, you fucking m-monster.”

He pulls out a little, then all the way. “When will you stop fucking with my head, Nyx?” he demands fiercely in my ear.

I feel him grabbing his dick, jerking off while he lies on top of me, his knuckles edging deeper between my ass cheeks.

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