Page 56 of Savage Cravings

My cock pushed against my jeans almost painfully.

Hell, I couldn’t fucking wait until I was inside her. She was impossibly tight, and every time I moved my finger back in, she would squeeze her walls around me—torturing me, but what exquisite torture it was.

“That’s right, baby. Suck my finger in. I can feel how wet you are. Are you close?”

Her eyes opened in thin slits, her brow furrowing, as if she didn’t know what I meant by that.

Jesus Christ, but just how innocent was this girl?

I pushed in deeper and curved my finger, hitting her G-spot. She threw her arms around me and mewled before bringing her mouth to my shoulder and biting down. The pain only drove me closer to insanity. I worked her harder with my finger until she was crying in my arms, her back arching forward.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Fuck.”

More arousal gushed out, dampening my palm, and the inner walls of her pussy convulsed, signaling the beginning of herorgasm. I pumped my finger three more times, and she fell, shuddering against me, unable to control her reaction.

“Good girl,” I murmured softly in her ear. Fuck, but now I was addicted. How unfortunate for Mila Hayes. She wouldn’t be able to escape me now.

I knew the moment she came back down from her high, when she didn’t have lust fogging up her brain anymore. I could feel her tensing in my arms. I also knew she wouldn’t be inviting me back inside the motel room with her. Not tonight, but perhaps?—

“I should go,” she said quietly, grabbing her shirt and pulling it on. Her bra was somewhere in the car, but she was probably too embarrassed to look for it. Lucky me, I would be taking it as a keepsake. She opened the door to the driver’s side of the car and hopped out. I bit back a groan when her thigh brushed against my hard cock and her ass pushed up just a few inches from my face.

Fuck me, I was only a man. Did she really think I had the self-control of a saint?

I shook my head as she moved out of the car, holding out her hand expectantly.

I got out, too, handing the car key over to her. She wouldn’t meet my eyes as I walked her to the door. “It’s late. You should probably go,” she said.

“Mila, look at me.”

She shook her head.

“Mila.”

With a disgruntled sigh that had me biting back a smile, she inclined her head to meet my eyes. I had never met another person with eyes her color. They seemed to change at the drop of a hat, varying between shades of blue and green. I was so fucking fascinated I could probably get lost in them.

“You know there is nothing to be embarrassed about, don’t you?”

She didn’t say anything, which told me that was exactly how she was feeling.

“We’re both adults here.”

“Yes, but one of us is a man,” she commented.

I frowned. “Yes, I know.”

Damn, did I fucking know, considering I’d had my finger deep inside her warm pussy, searching for and finding nirvana.

“Which means I am at a disadvantage,” she said softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Of course, you wouldn’t understand.”

I grasped her shoulder and bent down so we were at eye level. “Then make me understand.”

She shook her head. “No matter what, I’m still viewed as less than for letting you… letting you dothatto me.”

“I made you come.”

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