Page 47 of Savage Promises

“And let you keep testing my patience?” I warn her.

“Mmm,” Lennox groans and tilts her head back.

I let my gaze wander slowly over her huge bouncy tits, slender waist, and full hips that lead down to thighs that were made for being fucked hard. I don’t remember staring at anything so beautiful, so tempting, and so torturous in my life.

This isMine. Allfuckingmine.

“Just admit you want me.” With her warm breath in my ear and those tits pressed into my chest, she begs, “Just once.”

“As if once would be enough,” I rasp, pouring gasoline on this fire. “As if any man could handle fucking you once. Not me. You crawl into my lap and think I won’t lower my pants and slide my cock into your wet heat, drunk or not? That I won’t pin you beneath me and fuck you senseless? Ignoring your cries to stop?”

“Maybe I won’t tellyouto stop, Shane,” she moans, writhing against me.

“No, you won’t tell me to stop.” I grab a handful of her breasts again. “Look at me and say it, Lennox. Say you’ll never tell me to stop.”

She lowers her eyes to me with a fire that sends an earthquake through me. “I’ll never tell you to stop.”

“Fuck.” I skate my hands down her chest to her hips, her muscles quivering. “Do you want me to feel how wet you are? How you’ll drip all over my cock and soak my balls?”

“Yes, yes. Please.” Her grip on my shoulders tightens.

“I’m going to make you come because I know how much you need it, but then you’re going to bed.” I reach into the front of her thong and the heat and wetness there have me throbbing.

“Uh-huh. Touch me, please. Make me come.”

I’m fucking dizzy. I want to conquer every inch of her. “Hold on, baby,” I tease her clit, her juices drenching my hand.

“Yeah, right there.”

“Aw, shit, Lennox,” I ground out, feeling dangerous. “Put up a little fight, so at least you can live with yourself tomorrow.”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head. “No.”

She’s fighting, all right. Just not how I want.

“Fine.” I stroke her pulsing clit. “Now come for me, bad girl. My slutty future sister-in-law. Ride my cock like a whore.”

“I’ll be your whore.” She rocks against my bulge, running a hand through her long dark hair.

Taking her as my mistress seems like the logical answer to my problem. Only, I don’t cheat.Thisdoesn’t count.

“Fuck,” I mutter and roughly probe her, her pussy clamped around two of my fingers.

“I’m coming,” Lennox gasps, shivers, and gushes an ungodly amount of cream all over my hand. Shaking, she collapses into my arms, and I hold her. It makes this moment even more real. Lennox is real. All of this is real to her, even if it’s in the haze of alcohol.

But I’m playing with her emotions. After the day she had, she’s vulnerable. I feel awful. But I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t goddamn stop myself. I’m hard as fuck and want to throw her on the bed and fuck her all night. There’s no doubt that she wants it.

But penetration is a betrayal we can’t come back from. So I push us right to that limit. I slip my hand from between her legs and push my soaked fingers into her mouth.

“Lick my fingers clean, slut.”

With heated cheeks, she does what I tell her, her tongue sliding around and between my fingers. It sets off a bomb that I cannotput back in the steel container.

I grip her head and push our faces together. I want to kiss her so badly, but I won’t stop at a kiss. Fury races through me to be in this position and I want to punish someone. And she’s right here, toying with me.

Out of control, I ground out, “Now lick your juices off my lap.”

Her eyes focus and she drawls,“What?”

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