Page 29 of Born Savage

His other hand lifts, softly touching the other strap. “Do you want this to happen?” his deep voice questions and I feel my eyes widen. Chewing softly on my bottom lip, I offer a nod of confirmation.

In a fraction of a second, he has the straps down off my shoulders and my breasts spill out over the fabric. His blue eyes shine as his head drops and the warmth from his mouth covers my nipple. My back instinctively arches, and a soft moan of pleasure passes my lips. I’ve never felt anything like this, and if I wasn’t so caught up in the moment, I’d probably be embarrassed.

His large palm covers my right breast, squeezing softly as his mouth continues to suckle hungrily at my left. His nimble fingers find my nipple as he begins to roll it between his fingers, stoking the fire he’s created inside me. I feel the wetness growing between my thighs as his mouth moves to the right, sucking gently.

“Oh God,” I pant, embarrassingly loudly, and he pulls back smiling broadly.

“Damn, you are sweet. I bet if I suck on these just a little bit longer, you might come for me without me even really touchingyou,” his deep words create a heavy throbbing sensation and I know he’s right.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to keep sucking on these pretty tits to make you come, or do you want something else?” he asks, slowly dragging the blanket back and getting a full view of me sitting on the bed in my panties.

I definitely like what he was doing, but I want to feel him touch me. “I want more…” I breathe out, feeling my skin heat as I admit that I want him.

“Take everything off,” he instructs and I don’t hesitate. I shift on the bed and wiggle out of my panties, as he stands tall, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

His sculpted muscles, covered in the deeply inked tattoos, make my mouth water. I grab the fabric of my tank top, settled around my rib cage, and pull it off. As I toss it to the floor his eyes rake over my bare body and he easily kicks his boots to the side before climbing onto the bed beside me.

“Why’d you leave your jeans on?” I question softly.

“Because right now I just want to take care of you,” he answers, touching my knee and pushing gently to spread my thighs. “Lay back,” his deep voice directs. His gaze falls between my legs and his sharp intake of breath hits my ears.

“God damn… Your pussy is bare. Fuck – I was not expecting that. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a few short and curlies, but seeing this all smooth and pink. Damn, baby, I am so fucking hard right now,” he groans.

“I guess that would be one benefit of growing up with a bunch of strippers around. Lots of grooming tips,” I share with a soft giggle, and his hand begins to slide slowly up my thigh.

His fingers move over my soft folds, spreading the pooling wetness and I moan again at his touch.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he praises and my entire body ignites.

He slips a finger inside me before leaning down and bringing his mouth back to my chest. He sucks deeply as his hand begins to move, his finger pumping steadily in and out of me. I can’t stop my hips from lifting to meet his movements, the pleasure building in my center is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers playing with this tight wet pussy.”

“Ahhh…” I release and my body shudders. His touch combined with the dirty words he whispered in my ear hit all the right spots, and I’m quickly spiraling.

“Fuck yeah…so fucking perfect,” his words break through my haze.

My head begins to clear, but my heart continues to beat rapidly against my chest and I feel like I just ran five miles. He pulls his hand from between my thighs, and I watch as he brings his fingers to is lips, pulling them gently into his mouth and sucking my arousal from them.

“Just what I thought. Sweeter than honey,” his deep blue eyes flash as he smiles back at me.

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Shark

Holy shit.

I’ll never fucking recover from that. Watching Scarlett and feeling her come as my fingers worked her tight pink slit. I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect in my life. My cock is throbbing in my jeans, but I know I need to be slow and easy with her.

Scarlett’s fingers reach up, raking softly over my chest as she traces the thick black designs inked into my skin.

“Can I ask you something?” she questions softly, her skin flushing. It’s completely adorable, since she just let me fuck her with my fingers and now she’s getting embarrassed.

“Of course, sweetheart. Ask away,” I answer.

“What’s…uh… What’s your real name?” she asks and I feel my lips curl.

“James,” I share.

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