Page 48 of Born Savage

She pushes at the fabric, finally releasing my rigid cock and I pull my own hand back, pushing her panties to the side, allowing for the access I need. Her body lifts, hovering over me briefly before slowly sliding back down and covering me completely.

I pull a sharp breath through my teeth. The feeling of her tight walls holding me never fails to surprise. She freezes and her eyes widen as she looks down at me.

“Don’t hold back now, darlin’. Go ahead, ride me,” I push.

And with my encouragement, she starts to bounce. She moves softly at first, but as the pleasure takes over, she starts to move faster and harder. My eyes are locked on her, watching her big beautiful tits as they jiggle with each movement she makes.

Watching her take complete control has me on edge within minutes. But I sink my fingers into her thigh, biting back the building urge to let go and fill her. I want to see her come apart as she rides me, feel her coming on my cock before I let go.

“Ahhh… Oh… Oh God…” her words fall out in short quick bursts and from the way her walls are squeezing me, I know she’s getting close.

“That’s it. C’mon, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy come,” I beg.

“Oh my GOD!” she screams and I feel her juices flow as her tired body begins to slow.

I take control, only needing another second. I have just enough strength to move us both, slamming into her one final time, a deep groan tearing from my chest as I spill into her.

She collapses against my chest, her long blonde hair fanned out over my now sweaty body. Her fingers begin to move, tracing a gentle trail over my biceps and chest as I listen to her breathing start to regulate.

“Damn, darlin’. That was…” I start, but can’t seem to find the right words to explain what that experience just meant to me.

“I know,” she breathes out softly, but she really has no fucking clue.

“No, sweetheart, you really don’t. That was a big first for me, and it was unbelievable,” I praise as her head lifts just enough to meet my eyes.

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“You are the first woman to be invited into this bedroom, and you’ve just made it even more memorable,” I explain.

“Oh…” she breathes out. I know now that she realizes I’m not playing around. She grew up in this life, and she knows that most guys won’t bring women back to their own beds. But now she’s been in mine. It’s kind of a big deal.

Thirty

Scarlett

The delicious scent of cinnamon and vanilla wraps warmly around me as I follow James into the kitchen.

“Damn, Carrie. Smells fuckin’ delicious in here,” James offers to the smiling face standing at the small kitchen island. It’s definitely smaller than our kitchen and dining room in Vegas, but it still looks fully stocked and ready to feed an army.

“You know I had to make a little something special after hearing you were bringing someone home with you,” she says as her twinkling eyes meet mine.

“Scarlett, this is Carrie. And Carrie, this is Scarlett,” he makes a simple introduction.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” I offer.

“You too, sweetheart,” she smiles back.

“Thank you for cooking, and also for making sure we had clean bedding,” I add, knowing that she’s the one who took care of that.

“Not a problem at all. Actually, I was happy to do it. The way this boy flew outta here, I had a feeling a fresh set of sheets was in order,” she replies before starting to push a pan filled withsomething deliciously gooey across the counter top. “Here…here…I just put the frosting on. They’re still warm.”

“Are they cinnamon rolls?” I question feeling my eyes widen at the sight of the sugar-coated treats.

“Yup, and they’re all yours, so eat as many as you want. There’s also milk or juice in the fridge, and of course we always have hot coffee,” Carrie starts to rattle off beverage options.

“Not so fast,” James cuts in. “She’s gotta share ‘em with me,” he offers an easy laugh.

“I guess I could share one or two, but only if you pour me a cup of coffee first,” I smile back.

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