Page 62 of Savage Revenge

I’m not sure if it’s my words or me giving the inside of her thigh a gentle slap, but she spreads wider. Without hesitation, I find the string and wrap it around my index finger, the entire time keeping my gaze locked on hers. The early morning light spilling in gives me what I need to watch every expression pass over her heart-shaped face.

Ever so slowly, I tug on the tampon, my cock throbbing against her leg as I do. This moment feels erotic as hell while also being one of the most intimate moments of my life. I love it. Love taking care of this little kitten. And damn, the way she looks surprised every time I do only makes me want to keep doing it.

“That’s my girl,” I praise as it pulls free.

With a flick of my wrist, I throw it on the floor, and in one hard thrust, I’m inside her.

The world shifts, and my chest tightens as she takes in a sharp inhale, her eyes going glassy.

After sliding my hands up her, I yank the T-shirt up, and she wiggles a bit to help me get it off her. Then I wrap my entire body around her like a protective shield, my forearms on either side of her head while I use my hands to protect the top of her head because I’m about to lose all control and fuck her mercilessly.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers. “Holy fuck.”

She wraps her arms around me, digging her nails into my back, leaving scratches that only spur me on harder. My little kitten wants to mark me, so I’m going to give her a damn good reason to.

“Don’t talk to God, kitten. Talk to me. Talk to Daddy.”

“You’re so big.”

“Yeah, and you’re perfect, kitten.”

I’m not sure if my sheets will be salvageable after this, but I couldn’t care less. I’ll buy a new set of sheets every day so I can fuck her sweet pussy.

It’s not a slow fuck. Our kisses are hard and rough while I thrust into her, my balls slapping against her ass. Her big tits bounce against my chest, so perfectly.

“Daddy!” she cries out, and I nearly explode.

Women have called me Daddy before, and it’s always been a turn-on, but when Jordyn does it—willingly—I can barely control myself. She’s giving me a gift, and each one is special and meaningful. This is more than just sex.

Her moans grow louder and louder until she’s screaming out my name while her pussy spasms as she comes for me.

It only takes another couple of hard thrusts before my own climax barrels through me so hard I can scarcely breathe. Her pulsing pussy milks me, and I grunt several times through my clenched jaw.

When my heart finally slows, I gently unwrap myself from Jordyn and pull my cock from her. She refuses to look at me and slams her legs closed as soon as she’s able. Lips twitching, I get out of bed.

“Don’t move, baby. I’ll get a washcloth.”

I’m over the sink, waiting for the water to warm, when she comes in, already covered up with my shirt again.

I glare at her. “I told you not to move.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well, I figured it would be easier to clean up in here.”

Annoyed that she didn’t obey me, I reach for her and tug her close, wanting to grin at the way she shuffles with her thighs squeezed together. She really doesn’t understand that blood isn’t an inconvenience for me.

“Bend over and put your hands on the counter.”

Her eyes go wide, and her hair whips around as she shakes her head. “What? Cash, no.”

But before she can start fighting me, I push her chest forward, so she’s resting her upper body on the vanity.

“Cash!” she screams.

I smack her ass then grab the wet washcloth and clean between her legs.

“I’m getting tired of you calling me Cash,” I tell her as I fold the towel and keep wiping.

“That’s your name and… Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.”

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