Page 154 of Filthy Savage

“What?” She stares at me, unable to see what my husband is currently doing to me under the table.

“She’s just looking forward to eating. Aren’t you, baby? Such a hungry little thing.”

Thrust.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, my legs quivering.

“Oh, you’re going to love everything here.”

He chuckles, staring right at me while his thumb works my clit faster. “She’s not wrong. So damn delicious.”

She smiles politely, strutting away.

That’s when I let out a small moan before he assaults me with a faster rhythm, jaw gritted, a muscle in his neck popping as he watches me intently.

“You’re so damn wet, you’re gonna dirty this dress.”

“Oh God!”

I hadn’t thought about it, but the fear lasts only a second, because with a flick of his thumb, I’m soaring. As a cry slips out, he seals his mouth with mine and swallows my sounds of pleasure, fingers stretching and pistoning deeper, until another orgasm crests. And once again, he’s sending me flying so high, my body fills with euphoria.

When the release ebbs and flows through my veins, he finally slows, sliding his fingers out of me and slipping them into his mouth to suck them dry.

“I was right. Mouthwatering.” He fists my hair, eyes tense while I glance down at his erection, wanting to do what he did to me.

I want to make him come. My heart races, but before I lose my patience, I pull the chair back, and he releases his hold on me. His brows draw together, and the shock on his face when I lower to my knees under the table and start undoing his buckle has me smirking.

“Baby, you don’t—fuuck.” His head falls back when I slide my hand into his pants and grab the crown of his erection, feeling his cold piercings against my skin.

The idea of being caught only excites me. I hide beneath the tablecloth, taking out his cock and stroking it while his palm slips under and pushes my head down.

“Suck me, wife.”

At his heated words, I drop my mouth and take the tip, registering his low curses as I suck more of his velvety hard flesh. My fingers curl around the base while I use the other hand to touch his ripped abs through his dress shirt.

“Jesus, Amara. Fuck, I’m gonna fill that dirty mouth of yours and watch you swallow it all.”

When I moan around him, he releases a growl, pushing my head down and forcing me to gag.

“Here you are, sir.” The waitress returns, and my pulse jumps.

For a moment, I freeze, but he keeps his palm splayed over the back of my head, and I can’t help but gag again. When she hears a noise, she clears her throat.

Oh my God, she knows. She has to.

But I continue sucking him deeper, unable to stop. The possibility of her knowing only makes this that much more thrilling.

“Thank you,” he mutters, groaning under his breath. “Go. Now.”

The next thing I hear is her quick footsteps, growing further away.

“Shit, baby, that’s it. Take all of me.”

I suck him all the way down. When another animalistic growl edges out of him, it gives me more courage.

“Good girl, sucking me so good.”

Twirling my tongue around his crown, I hollow my cheeks, tightening my lips while he winds my hair around his wrist. His movements turn savage, controlling the hurried pace, the sounds coming out of him completely unhinged. And the next thing I know is he’s holding me hostage around his cock, shooting down my throat.

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