Page 102 of Savage Reign

Her body goes rigid, and I drag my nose up the side of her neck. “Now that I know what a brat you are, I think I need to show you who owns these gorgeous tits.”

“How are you going to do that?” Instead of sounding scared, she sounds turned on.

I trace the edge of her panties, moving along the crease of her inner thigh. “I’m going to start by checking how wet you are for me.” She licks her lips, her breath coming in short, hot pants. “What do you think I’m going to find? Are you soaked through for me, pretty girl? Does the thought of me teaching you a lesson make your pussy wet?”

“No,” she rasps without conviction.

“Liar.” I hook my fingers around the elastic of her panties and pull the strip of fabric to the side. That motion alone is enough for my knuckles to drag across her slit, covering me with her readiness. “I can feel how much you want your husband’s cock. Your panties are fucking soaked.”

She lets out a mewl, as I stroke one finger up the length of her slit, but I don’t push in. Just tease her entrance, showing her what a little slut she is for me. For her husband. Try as she might to deny it. She can’t.

My fingers continue to pet her but I don’t give her the penetration she needs. I brush her clit with the barest of touches, not enough to relieve her need, just enough to make her desperate for more.

“On your knees in front of me,” I command.

She complies, sliding off the couch and kneels between my spread thighs. I undo the button of my pants, pull down my fly, but leave my cock covered. Sofiya licks her lips. “Are you going to make me suck your cock?” The pure need in her voice makes me laugh.

“I said I would teach you a lesson, and I will. You flaunted these beautiful tits for everyone to see, and now, I'm claiming them as mine.”

I reach forward and wrap my hands around each of her breasts, giving them a little squeeze over the material, before I pull down the bodice of her dress to find her braless.

I groan out my appreciation. “Perfect,” I say almost to myself. “Now, pull my dick out of my pants.”

She swallows hard and gazes up at me, eyes narrowed. Is she thinking of denying me? “You know I'm not here to play games.” I move a strand of hair away from her face to have a clear view of her unblemished skin, and the flush of color adorning her cheeks. “Do it. Take me out.”

She licks her lips, and reaches inside my pants, wrapping her warm fist around my length. Pure fucking bliss. I close my eyes, relishing her touch before shoving my pants and briefs down and maneuvering her toward my cock. I’m too far gone to wait. I need her touch now.

“Take my dick in your mouth and get it nice and wet.”

She parts her lips, and I slide the head of my cock across her tongue, savoring the wet heat. “Deeper,” I demand, my voice rough. She obeys, taking me inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me down, her eyes locked on mine.

“Good girl,” I growl, tangling my fingers in her hair to guide her. I watch her struggle, a soft gag escaping when I push in too far. Drool spills down her chin, coating the length of me as she tries to keep up. I pull back, letting her catch her breath, but only for a moment.

“Again,” I demand, sliding back between her lips. She moans around me, the vibration making my balls tighten. Her tongue works me perfectly, and when her hands move to cup my balls, I nearly lose it.

When I finally pull out, her lips are swollen, her chin slick with spit. She whimpers, reaching for me, but I’m not done yet. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” I say, smearing the wetness down my length with a satisfied groan.

I grip her breasts, pressing them around my cock as I thrust between the soft mounds. Her nipples pebble against my thumbs, begging for attention, but my focus is on the way her flesh cradles me, how perfectly she fits me.

“Look at you,” I husk, my hips driving forward, my stomach tensing with each thrust. “Made for me. These tits are mine, aren’t they, moya sladost?”

She gulps, her gaze locked on me, her cheeks flushed. “Say it,” I demand, my voice dropping. “If you want to touch yourself, tell me who they belong to.”

Her lips part, her voice hoarse. “They’re yours,” she whispers, a bratty spark in her eyes. “But don’t get used to it.”

I grin darkly. “We’ll see about that. But you were a good girl. Reach down and make yourself come for me.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her hands tremble as they slip between her thighs. I take over, squeezing her breasts together, my cock sliding faster as her fingers start to move.

I lean forward, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, “Harder. Make yourself come while I fuck these perfect tits.”

I pinch her nipples, twisting just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. Her head falls back, her moans growing louder, and the sight of her so undone is enough to drive me to the edge.

Her rhythm picks up, her hips rocking against her hand, the slick sound of her arousal mixing with the wet glide of my cock between her breasts. When she cries out, bracing herself for release, I knock her hand away, plunging two fingers into her tight heat, grinding my palm against her clit.

“Come for me, Sofiya,” I growl, my cock throbbing.

Her body jerks and trembles as her climax washes over her, soaking my hand with her release. I don’t take my eyes off her face—her parted lips, the way her expression goes slack with pleasure, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

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