Page 38 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“Now,” he growled. “Cum now.”
And I shattered. My back arched, toes curled, and my scream ripped through the room as my orgasm slammed into me like a wave I’d been holding back for years. But he didn’t stop just like I knew he would. Crew loved to ring every orgasm he could from my body.
“Give me another.”
I gasped, still shaking. “I-I can’t.”
“You will.”
Smack.
His fingers never let up on my clit. His dick pounded into me with brutal, perfect precision. I was crying into the sheets now, begging incoherently. And then another orgasm hit harder. Blinding me as I convulsed around him, body clenching so tight he growled my name and followed with a deep, guttural curse. Crew collapsed over me, chest against my back, dick still pulsing inside me as we both came down from her orgasms in a tangled mess of sweat and sound.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. My limbs had turned to jelly. He pulled out slowly and gently. I felt like I was floating.He turned me over, unbuckled the cuffs on my wrists, and held them to his lips, kissing the red marks softly.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, too far gone for words. He climbed into the bed and pulled me into his chest, curling around me like a shield.
“I missed you,” I managed to say through a hoarse whisper.
“I never left you,” he replied, voice thick with emotion.
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then finally my lips, soft and slow.
“We’re back now,” he said. “And no one’s ever taking you from me again.”
I woke to the smell of him. Warm, raw and dominant. Crew hadn’t moved much, his chest still pressed to my back, his arm locked tight around my waist like I might disappear again if he let go. I turned in his arms slowly, wincing just slightly at the soreness between my thighs. It felt good. Like proof I was still alive. Still his. His eyes fluttered open the second I moved.
“You hurt?” he asked, voice husky.
“No,” I whispered. “Just used.”
His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Good.”
I ran my fingers along his chest admiring the tattoos that decorated his skin.
“I want to serve you,” I said softly.
He blinked. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “Let me make you feel like you made me feel.”
He watched me carefully for a long moment. Then nodded once. I slid down his body, moving slowly, reverently. I kissed each ridge of his abs, the sharp V-cut that made me ache, and then nipped the skin just under his navel, making him hiss. I looked up at him from my spot on the bed between his knees, eyes locked with his.
“Can I?” I asked.
“Suck it.”
I reached down caressing his already semi-hard dick, thick, and heavy in my hand. My mouth watered for a taste of it. I kissed the tip first, soft. Then I gave it a little flick of my tongue over the slit, watching him as he twitched. Before running my tongue up the vein on the underside, then up and around the head.
“Look at me,” he commanded, through gritted teeth. “Open your mouth.”
And I did, slowly with my tongue out, lips parted, and eyes wide. He slid the tip in, groaning low as I wrapped my lips around him sucking the head like my favorite lollipop.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s my good little slut.”
I took my time. Licked every inch, letting my tongue trace the veins, the underside, and the base. My hands braced on his thighs as his fingers threaded into my curls, not forcing me down just grounding me.
