Page 42 of Born Savage

“Baby, are you on birth control?” I groan out through gritted teeth, unsure how much longer I can stay still.

“I’m on the shot,” she nods softly, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

“I…uh… I don’t have a condom on. Do you want me to stop?” my voice is pained in question. “I’m clean,” I tell her. I always use condoms, but because of some of the company I’ve kept in the past, I still get checked regularly. I’m not taking any fucking chances with my dick; I like it too much.

Scarlett’s ass wiggles lightly against me, making the ache almost unbearable. As painful as it would be, I’ll stop if that’s what she wants. We can always finish this up back inside the clubhouse.

“No, don’t stop,” she pants, giving me the greenlight.

I pull back before thrusting hard and deep. My fingertips dig into her hips as I slam into her again and again, feeling her tight walls holding me.

“Oh my God!” she screams.

“You like that, don’t you?” my ragged voice asks.

“Yes…yes…more,” she breathes.

God damn, my girl likes it. I slide my hand over her smooth skin, caressing her round ass before grabbing her hips again and pulling her back hard. I have the perfect view, watching as my cock fills her over and over.

“That’s it, baby. I want you thinking about this every time you sit down at this desk. I want this pussy wet and your panties soaked, dreaming about my cock inside you when you should be working,” I groan out.

Her walls clench at my words and her legs start to shake as she cries out my name, coming hard on my cock. It feels like fucking heaven as her tight pussy pulses, squeezing me until I can’t take it any longer.

“So fucking good…so tight,” I breathe out roughly as I start to lose control. “Gahhh,” a rough growl roars from my chest as I thrust one final time, spilling my release deep inside her.

I pull out slowly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to her bare ass cheek and she giggles. My chest swells knowing that I just claimed her completely. Taking Scarlett bare, without a barrier between us is beyond comparison, and now I don’t think I can have her any other way.

I help her from the desk, placing another kiss to her neck before finally finding her lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go get some food,” I suggest as we break.

And as I look down at her sweet smile and wide blue eyes, I feel the words bubbling up. But I bite my tongue, stopping themfrom spilling. I’ve never said them, and she’ll think I’m fuckin’ crazy. But in my heart, I know it’s true.

I am madly in love with this woman.

Twenty-Seven

Scarlett

Even after showering and changing, I can still feel James inside me, his cum leaking out and dampening my panties as we ride. His eyes had raked over me when I re-emerged in my clean clothes, choosing a pair or curve hugging skinny jeans and crop top for our night out. I was excited to go get dinner with him, but the idea of turning him on was also at the top of my list when I decided on what I was going to wear.

Riding on the back of his bike is an excitement I can’t even begin to explain. I’ve only ever been on my dad’s or Sonny’s a couple times. I never rode with Manny, and now I’m thankful to not have that memory. Clinging to James with the warm desert wind in my face is an entirely new feeling.

A deep throbbing sensation seems to have settled permanently between my thighs and I know I won’t find relief until he gets back between them. James has awakened a thirst inside me that I never knew existed, and only he can quench it.

He pulls into the small barbecue buffet place that I had told him about, and cuts the engine. His eyes gleam as he helps me out of the saddle.

“Damn, I like having you on my bike,” he grins as his arm wraps around my back and we walk towards the door.

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“So, I guess the shooting range went okay. I mean, since you made it back alive,” I smile across the table as he takes a large bite of potato salad.

“Yeah,” James answers once he finishes chewing. “I had a chat with Pike. I think we’re good, but honestly, I could’ve taken him,” he chuckles.

“I’m sure you could have,” I say, feeling the ache come back full force as his smile holds my gaze.

“Fuck, darlin’. I’m not sure I can eat with you lookin’ at me like that,” he cocks an eyebrow.

“Like what?” I question, practically panting.

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