Page 82 of Savage Promises

“Please, Shane!” I beg one more time before I forget his name and mine.

He ignores my pleas, tossing me an evil smirk to torture me. But his hips are writhing on the sheets, too. Moaning, Shane continues to lave at me, sucking my clit, and dipping his tongue into impossible depths everywhere in between.

My body is ready to launch off this damn bed, my blood bubbling for an explosion that will destroy me forsure. He said this marriage is forever. He wants this every night. I don’t think I’ll survive. He’s not even inside me yet.

Telling him I’m a virgin sits on my tongue, but then he’ll treat me like a piece of glass. That’s not what he wants, according to him. Although, I know he wants complete control. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I’m so eager to please him. Give him that control.

Maybe he won’t notice.

Wicked pressure and shocks of electricity snake up and down my spine. I’m ready to lose my fucking mind. “Oh, Shane...”

“Come for me, baby,” he groans in complete control of me.

And with that, I start my fall over the edge. Lust and madness are going to kill me before this orgasm is over. My hips buck, my pussy fastened to his evil mouth as he watches me fall apart.

“Shane, I’m coming,” I cry out.

I’ve come before. Plenty of times, different ways. This already feels different. This is already more intense than anything I’ve experienced.

He keeps sucking me until my orgasm, the strongest of my life, levels off. But I’m still wired even when the waves stop.

“Jesus fuck, you’re wet and trembling.” Shane’s deep brogue shatters me.

I gasp for air, but I can’t stop shaking.

Finally, Shane lets my orgasm settle into my bones. He kisses me with a soaked mouth from my arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”

The room is spinning as I kiss him back, holding on to him.

Shane sits up and removes his belt, the jingle-jangle of the buckle catching my attention. “Now, it’s my turn.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Shane

Lennox is high from multiple orgasms, but her eyes follow me, watching as I slide off the bed and undress. The warmth from her stare is like nothing I’ve ever felt. She’s the only woman to ever really see me. For me.

The forgotten Quinlan. The last brat.

To Lennox, the forgotten Donnelly, I had been everything. But I threw it all away. Thank God, she gave me a second chance.

“I need your lips around my cock, Lennox.”

Smiling like she’s drunk, she rears up on her elbows.

“No. Lay back. Hang your head off the bed. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Her jaw drops slightly as her cheeks redden.

“Problem, wife?”

“No.” She licks her lips. “Do you doubt my ability to blow you?”

My cheek ticks up at the challenge. “Okay. Prove it.”

I step up to the bed, holding my shaft.

“Mmm,” she purrs, eyeing my throbbing, dripping tip.

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