Page 54 of Savage Beauty

“No.” She shakes her head, grinning, and that black skirt falls to the floor, along with those white panties. “He packed license plates, cash, and alternate identities.” This doesn’t surprise me, as he did the same thing for Sage. He must’ve been mixed up in some scary shit before he died. “I figured an emergency bag should have condoms.”

“I really like the way you think.” That’s what I say, but I’m plastered to the wall, all focus on her, sauntering to me, condom in hand. She’s so fucking hot, I’m frozen. Taking her in. She is too thin, but fuck if I’m not mesmerized by those long legs and her flat stomach and the peaks of her nipples that punctuate the slight curves of her breasts.

And then she’s before me, within touching distance. “Take off your shirt.”

This is one time I do not mind a bossy woman. I do exactly as she asks as she tugs on my waistband.

I throw my shirt across the room, and she kneels before me. My pants and briefs are around my ankles. She works on my bootlaces, and I let her, lifting a foot when she tells me. I grip myself and stroke, all the while watching as she strips me of my unnecessary clothes.

Her palms flatten on my thighs, and she rises…only she stops, mouth hovering over my dick. I’m holding the base of my shaft, and her tongue traces up my flesh.

Every ounce of oxygen leaves my lungs with her ascension, and when her mouth takes my crown, I fucking gasp.

My balls tighten.

I let her hot mouth take me, suck me, move up and down. For a little while. What she’s doing feels so fucking good. I don’t want her to stop. Want her to do whatever she wants. I can let her—my lower back tightens. That’s it. That’s the signal. Any more, and I’ll blow. I pull her off.

She grins. It’s the grin of a woman who knows she gets to call all the shots. And she’s fucking right.

She tears the condom using her teeth. Somehow, I swallow.

Her brows come together in concentration as she rolls it down my shaft, and her fingers test the reservoir, ensuring there’s room for me to unload. She’s a fucking pro.

“Ready?” she asks.

And boy, am I ever.

I spin her up against the wall again, kicking my shoes and whatever else is on the floor out of the way. With a bend of my knees, I position myself at her entrance. She lifts one leg, and I loop my arm beneath her lithe leg and rock into her. She’s tight. So fucking tight. Gloriously tight.

I have to pull out and push, stretching her. Forcing her to take me.

“Breathe, baby.” Maybe she’s too tight like this, standing. But then she breathes, and those eyelids close, and she relaxes in my arms. And with one last thrust, I’m balls deep, as deep as I can go.

I have to stop because it feels too fucking good.Shefeels too fucking good.

And then we’re rocking together.

She comes against the wall, eyelids closed, moaning. Her muscles grip me and I slow, watching her in wonder. When her eyelids flicker open, a slight smile on those lips, I kiss her. I’m still deep inside her, but this deep, long kiss feels more intimate. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, and I pull out, then spin her, placing her hands on the dresser. I dip, pressing my lips to her back and taste her salty skin. “Hold on,” I whisper.

“Like this?” She looks over her shoulder, ass out. Eyes sultry, lips glistening, skin flushed.

“Just like that.”

I drag my tip between her folds. She stretches, reaching for me. Like she wants to impale herself on me. If that’s what she wants, I’m a giver.

I slam into her. Over and over, slapping her impertinent ass until it pinks. With each pop, she groans and demands, “Again.”

She’s a fucking goddess.

I’m close, but I want her to come with me. I reach around and massage her, then pull back and slap that bundle of nerves. And fuck. She pulses around me, milking me. And it’s too much. I lose it. An explosion. A climax like no fucking other.

Perspiration drips down my forehead. Keeping her ass against me, she collapses on the dresser, arms braced across the wood. My chest stretches across her, hovering over her damp skin, still pulsing out my release.

Gripping her hips, I hold her to me, skin on skin, mind blown. We didn’t even make it to the bed.

CHAPTER18

Sloane

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