Page 68 of Wild Angel

His fist slams against my pussy as he positions himself to thrust inside again…but he doesn’t. Instead, his weight lifts off me.

Savage uses the hand on the back of my neck to turn my face to the side. “Look at me,” he growls. “Look at what you’re making me do.”

We lock eyes.

A rough tremor courses through me as my eyes drag down his body, latching onto where he has his cock in his hand.

His large hands, that meaty cock—they’re suddenly perfectly proportioned. He has his jeans down, so I can see a strip of his naked flesh. I didn’t realize he was so pale where the sun doesn’t touch his skin.

Gritting his teeth, Savage jerks himself off as I watch. Then he lodges his knees between my legs, forcing my thighs wide apart.

“Think this feels anything as good as your tight little pussy?” he says.

There’s fury in his eyes. A warning of more punishment to come.

“Grab your ass,” he says.

I obey in an instant, stuck in some hypnotic trance where I don’t have control over myself anymore. Maybe I’m just still shocked that he actually listened, despite how fucking close he was, despite what a fucking…savagehe is.

My hands close over my ass cheeks. The skin feels too hot, and it’s painful to touch. But I do what he says and dig my fingers into my soft flesh, trying to ignore the pain.

“Open wide.” He stares at me as my mouth parts in shock. “Now.” The last is a growl from deep inside his throat. His hand is moving slower, his knuckles white.

I close my eyes, burrowing my head into the leather seat as I slowly pull my cheeks apart.

“Fucking look at me, Nyx.”

I let out a soft sob, but I turn back to him. My face is hot, my entire body shriveling up with shame.

“More. I want to see that tight little hole of yours.”

My jaw bunches, a fit of familiar anger working its way into me. It all but eradicates the shame…and perhaps that was exactly what he wanted.

“Fuck,” Savage says when he looks down. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? If you didn’t have such a tight, clean little hole, do you really think I’d fuck it?”

I bite my bottom lip, refusing to let myself answer. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how strange and confusing this is for me.

Savage drags his fingers over my pussy and smears my arousal everywhere—his hand, his cock, my ass. Then he lowers his hips and presses his crown against my tight hole. Immediately, a surge of intense tingles bursts into me. And, a second later, so does Savage.

He barely makes it in more than an inch or two before I feel his hot come filling my hole. I gasp when he shoves two fingers inside my pussy and grabs his dick, forcing him deeper inside.

“Fuck, Angel, I’ll split you open,” he growls. But he doesn’t fight me—he sinks in another inch, then another.

I gasp, a climax slamming into me so hard I see stars. I’m dimly aware that he’s fucking me with his fingers, can barely hear his groan as he rides out his climax with his dick inches deep inside my ass, but it all disappears a second later.

My body starts writhing and twisting, my hips bucking against Savage. It hurts like a motherfucker when he fills me all the way, but it fuckingendsme.

With my hips up, he can access my clit. And he starts strumming it like a goddamn guitar string.

My first orgasm is hardly over before a second bowls me over.

“Savage, fuck! Fuck!”

He bends over me, biting my shoulder. I let out a throttled scream as my body shudders and shakes around his fingers and his dick.

I don’t know how long I’m caught up like that, oblivious, but when soft kisses paint the skin on the side of my neck, I come to with a reluctant groan.

“We’re home,” Savage murmurs in my ear.

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