Page 15 of Savage

“We’re not waiting any longer. I need you, Clyde. No more waiting.”

My mouth waters and my impossibly hard cock aches in a way it’s never ached before. I’d give this woman anything she wants. Call me whatever you want, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. Maybe that sounds irrational given the amount of time we’ve known each other, but anyone who’s ever found something they want knows they want it right away. It doesn’t take months to decide if you want the antique vase from the thrift shop. You see it and you know that moment it’s right. I guess Scarlett is my antique vase. Fragile and ornate, elegant and curvy.

Fuck me. I kiss her neck and the lobe of her ear, gliding down the side of her throat as I slide my teeth against her skin and lift her up onto the edge of the desk. Gripping my cock, I jerk it at her entrance and slide in slowly, stretching her tight, little, virgin pussy as I growl and grip her left breast.

Her long hair hangs down her back and her smooth legs wrap around my waist as I lift her onto my cock and thrust.

There’s a whimper in her voice as I go deeper, but she doesn’t stop me. Her gaze holds mine and I rock her back andforth, grinding my cock up inside of her until I’m so deep, her eyes roll back in her head and her muscles clench tight around me.

The moment should be set to music. It’s soft and slow, then hard and yearning, and soon I’m so close to coming I’m fearful I can’t hold out any longer.

“Tell me you need my come, princess.”

“Come inside me, Clyde. I need you. Fill me up!”

God fucking damn. That tone. That breathless whine. That desperate ache deep in her throat. Her sounds alone could send me over the edge.

“You first. I need to feel that sticky come of yours all over my cock. Can you do that? Can you show me you’re all mine and come hard on my cock?” I’ve barely gotten the words out of my mouth when someone starts slamming on the office door. It’s not a gentle knock. It’s a hard, beating knock as though the building is on fire.

We acknowledge the sound, but neither of us are willing to stop. Hell, I’m not sure if nature would even allow it at this point.

She grips me tighter and stares at me, her gaze shining as the morning sun lights her frame.

Fuck!

“I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much.” The words leave my lips like a truth I hadn’t yet admitted to myself. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She grinds against my cock, her mouth hanging, her eyes fluttering open and closed. “I love you, Clyde. I’m yours.”

The knocking never stops. It goes and goes but none of that matters. My princess rocks into me with need until her soft little pussy clamps down, her body tightens, and she comes so hard that she’s screaming out with relief.

Her sounds, her erratic movements, the way she looks as pleasure washes over her… it’s all I need to let go and emptyinside of her. I’d never thought about babies, but right now, I hope I’ve filled her with a litter of them. I want her pregnant with my children as many times as she can take it.

We collapse against one another, sweat sealing us together as I feather my fingers through her silky hair.

“You alright, princess? That didn’t hurt, did it?”

She leans up from my chest and kisses my lips softly. “No. Well, yeah, a little, but I’m okay. You felt so good. I… I don’t know what to say.”

I kiss her forehead gently. “You don’t have to say anything. I know how you feel.”

Our eyes meet and I’m lost, committing the moment to memory as her curved body cradles against mine.

Her phone buzzes and then the desk phone rings. Her gaze lifts to mine lazily as though she’s not ready to dive back into the day. “I don’t want to know what’s going on out there. Maybe we can just order food and stay up here in this cocoon forever.”

The phone stops ringing, but a moment later, it’s ringing again. Her brows narrow as she twists back and lifts the receiver, putting the line on speaker. “This is Scarlett.”

The voice on the other end sounds like Opal. “Girl… the security cameras. The guy has them up and running.”

My heart drops out, falling on the floor somewhere as I look at Scarlett whose face has gone a shade of dark red.

“Shit!” she gasps, jumping down from the desk as I hand her the dress she’d been wearing when she came in. “Can you erase it all please?”

“Yeah, I’m trying, but I don’t know how any of this works.”

“How’d you even see it?”

“It’s on every TV in the lodge. All you have to do is turn to channel nine and you can watch all the cameras at once.”

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