Page 108 of Filthy Savage

With bated breath, I lower myself. He snaps the belt tighter in his grasp, popping my chin up with his other hand until I’m forced to stare into his murky eyes. His thumb strokes my lips, jaw clenching.

“Suck me, wife.” His tone is soft, yet dangerous, with an edge to it that leaves no room for arguments.

What if I don’t know how to do this? I haven’t done it that many times. The last time was forever ago. But I want to do this. I want to make him feel good.

With a nervous breath, I gradually lower my lips around the tip, licking around his piercings, cold against my tongue. When he mutters a curse and hisses, I continue, taking more of him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.” He fists my hair as I take him halfway.

His width and size are more than I’ve ever had, but I take as much of him as I can, licking and sucking my way down.

“Come on, baby girl, let me hear you gag on it.”

My core aches at those dirty words, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper. He snaps the belt tighter, thrusting his hips toward my mouth until I’m swallowing him whole. My eyes water and my throat burns, but I enjoy it.

The sounds he makes, knowing I’m doing that to him… I don’t want to stop.

He lets go just enough to allow me some air, working himself in and out of my mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good at this.”

His fingers tighten in my hair while his words embolden me. I begin moving faster, grabbing his balls to squeeze them.

“Good girl. Just like that.” His gravelly tone oozes with erotic intensity, his cock throbbing on my tongue.

I know he’s close, and I can’t wait to taste him. But before I can do that, he tugs me backward by my hair.

“Get up.”

My brows knit in question.

“When I come, it’ll be inside that perfect cunt. Not wasting a drop. Not when I want my baby growing inside you.”

A chill rolls up my body. I don’t even have time to fear the implication of his words. His eyes scorching into mine, he tugs my chin in his palm, feathering my lips with his thumb.

“I’m gonna fuck you and fill you up, and I’m gonna do it over and over and over again. Because I can. Because you’re mine. My wife.” His features fill with an aura of control. “And I will never let you forget it.”

My heart pounds as he pulls me up to a standing position.

“You remember your safe word?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Cranberry.”

A smirk cracks at the edge of his mouth. “Good girl. Now bend over.”

When I just stand there, he chuckles, husky and wicked, before he’s flipping me over on the bed, pushing my face down and my knees up.

“Jesus, you’re drenched.” He strokes me lazily, sinking in and out of my wet center.

I let out a moan, wanting to press my knees into one another, but he keeps my legs wide apart. The belt is in his firm grasp as he winds it around the front of my throat, tugging on it like a leash as he pushes his cock into me, a little at a time.

“I can’t be gentle. Do you understand?”

I nod, glancing at him from over my shoulder.

Without warning, he rams inside me until I choke on a cry, clawing the bed, tender and aching. But he doesn’t stop. He only goes faster, sliding out and slamming back in with fervor. With need. With possession.

The kind a woman never forgets.

His eyes are demonic. A man who knows nothing else but this.

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