Page 87 of Filthy Savage

“Don’t be. I’ve got you.”

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to bed and lower her on top of it. Her breathing turns labored as I prop my knee on the edge of the mattress, removing my shirt completely.

With my fingers on my belt, the metal clanks as I pull it out and start on the zipper of my pants, watching her watch me the entire time.

When I’m stepping out of them and pulling down my boxers, her mouth parts as I stroke my erection. Her legs squeeze into one another, and my blood pumps into my hard-on, making it so damn painful.

“Lower your shirt. Show me those tits.”

It takes a few seconds of uncertainty before a finger slips into a single strap and she starts pulling it lower, then the other, until her shirt settles on her abdomen.

“Fuck. They’re bigger now.”

She nods.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” My voice goes breathless.

“Really?” Her cheeks grow pink.

I let out a chuckle, climbing on the bed and forcing her legs apart as I settle over her body. My thumb feathers over her mouth.

“It’s even sexier that you don’t know how beautiful you are.”

My cock pushes into her pussy, needing to feel it wet and hungry for me again. Lifting off of her a little, I yank her leggings down until they’re bunched up against her ankles.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I rise to my knees, forcing her legs over her chest and running a finger through her wet slit.

“I like looking at your pretty pussy.”

She tries to shift out of this position, but I don’t let her.

“Stop fidgeting, baby, or I’ll tie you to the bed so I can do whatever the hell I want to you without disruption.”

My fingers sink inside her to the first knuckle, rubbing the wetness over her clit, then I glide another finger into her ass.

“Oh God!” She jolts.

“Does that feel good?” I take her from both ends, watching her drown in bliss.

“Yes…” she groans. “I like that.”

“The things I can teach you.” I increase my pace. “It’s a good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives for that.”

She starts to protest but I don’t let her. I fuck her hard, taking what belongs to me. She’s so exposed, and I love it.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming!” She fists the sheets, her body undulating in absolute ecstasy.

Needing a taste, I lower my face between her thighs and trace her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her feminine sounds have me groaning against her, sucking her into my mouth until she’s screaming my name again.

Her taste on my tongue is like the antidote I’ve been craving. Ripping the leggings all the way off, I split her thighs open, pushing them down onto the bed. When I stare up at her, I find her flushed, unable to catch her breath.

My palm lands across her cunt, working her clit against it. “It’s beautiful to watch you let go.”

“That was…”

Grabbing her hips, I flip her on top of me. “It was.”

Her pussy rubs against my chest and she looks at me with uncertainty, one arm trying to curl against her stomach while the other makes some attempt to cover her chest.

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