Page 29 of Filthy Savage

I take her in, my gaze sloping down the hills and valleys of her curves, wanting to get lost in them. With my free hand, I stroke a rosy nipple, pinching it between two fingers, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

My hand tightens around her throat. “I heard you through the wall, little rabbit. Heard the sweet sounds you were making. Was it on purpose?” I tug the other nipple, and she shuts her eyes with a cry. “Did you want me to hear you so I couldn’t resist?”

“Maybe?” She whimpers, staring up at me hungrily.

“Well, here I am, baby girl.” A growl crawls from deep in my chest. “And now there’s no going back.”

She’s nervous. It’s not hard to see how much. Yet she also wants this badly.

I’m done fighting it.

I tilt her chin up even more, and her eyes latch on to mine, glassy and desperate. Relentless as hell too.

What a beautiful sight.

“Remove my belt. And if you fuck up, I’ll punish you.”

Her gaze grows, yet she doesn’t resist, sitting up on the edge of the bed. When she clutches the buckle with tentative hands, her fingers shake and it slips from her grasp. As it does, I grab her hips and flip her facedown on the bed, slapping her ass hard until she yelps, my fingers sinking inside her wet cunt before I slap her again.

My body falls over hers, hips circling into her ass, lips brushing behind her ear. “I warned you. Now be a good girl and don’t mess up this time.”

She nods with a whimper as I rise to full height, waiting for her to turn back around. When she does, her breathing’s labored, her face flushed, but her fingers are surer this time as she undoes the buckle and yanks the belt free, refusing to look at me.

“Don’t stop now. Pants too.”

She pants, finally giving me those eyes I crave.

Wonder how many men she’s been with and how much experience she has. Doubt it’s that much from the way she’s trembling.

That’s okay. I like that better. Gonna teach her everything.

She unhooks the button of my trousers, the zipper too, before she’s looking up at me with unsure eyes.

“Drag them down.”

She bites her bottom lip and my fingers sink into her hair, groaning from the feeling of her soft strands.

Her small hands pull my pants lower, taking my boxers with them until I’m stepping out of them.

“Good fucking girl.” I roll her long hair around my wrist and snap her head back when she tries to look at my dick. “I like how well you listen. Keep it up and I’ll reward you.” I tug harder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

My growl of approval has her pulling that bottom lip into her mouth.

“You keep biting that lip and I’m gonna pry that mouth apart and see how much of my cock you can fit before you’re gagging on it.”

“Oh God,” she moans, so damn dirty I barely recognize the shy little girl she was earlier.

I release her, and her eyes immediately land on my jutting erection. A slow grin appears on my face as I drag my fist up and down the thick shaft, my thumb rolling over the three king’s crown piercings.

She stares at it, her tits jittering from her uneven breaths. “I—I’ve never seen a pierced one before.”

My chuckle has her glancing up. “How many have you seen exactly?”

And why do I wanna wipe the memory of every single one from your head?

“Just one.”

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