Page 23 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
He bent low, lips brushing my neck. “How good you looked yesterday... when you made that bitch bleed for touching what’s mine.”
The feeling of his warm breath against my skin with each word causing me to shiver.
“She had it coming.”
He pressed closer. “And now you do too.”
“Here? Someone might hear us.” I said, eyes fluttering, not really caring if they did or not.
“You wanna tell me no?” He asked, his hand sliding up the back of my shirt, fingers tracing my spine.
I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted to. Crew had me under his spell. And from the way my nipples had hardened against the soft fabric of my top and my clit throbbed between my legs I wasn’t about to turn down whatever he decided to do to me in this pantry. He leaned in kissing me hard, one of those possessive, claiming kisses that made my knees weak. I moaned into his mouth, fingers clutching his shirt for dear life.
Crew reached between us, dragging the waistband of shorts down just enough to expose skin. His thick fingers brushed my inner thigh.
“You know we only got like five minutes before Tyra comes looking for me,” I whispered, breathless.
“Then we better not waste another second.” He said, as he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the storage shelf. I hissed when the cool wood met the heat between my legs.
“Still sore?” he asked.
“A little.”
He paused. “We can stop…”
“Don’t you dare.” I hissed, gripping his shirt.
“Say less.” He said, smiling wickedly.
He crouched down, reaching into my shorts using his thumbs to hook the waistband and underwear and pull them both down my trembling legs and then off. He remained eye level with my naked bottom half just taking me in before pushing my thighs up and apart, folding me in half. In an instant his mouth, hot and greedy, was against my clit. He feasted on me, making me gasp, squirm, and grip the shelf behind me. He reached up using one large hand to cover my mouth, while he tongue fucked me within an inch of my life. The canned goods rattled on the shelf behind me as I bucked and humped up into his mouth. A tingling feeling rumbled low in my belly as Crew pulled me into oblivion and I came all over his mouth biting down on the hand covering my mouth and making him groan.
To my utter horror Crew didn’t stop eating me after my first orgasm. He kept licking and sucking, using the pad of his thumb to circle my clit until I was right back on the edge, mumbling and moaning into his hand.
“You better be quiet,” he growled. “Or Pops gon’ come in here and have a heart attack.”
“Then stop using your tongue like that,” I hissed.
He licked again slowly and taunting. I nearly screamed from the sensation. Then…the pantry door swung open.
“What in the unholy fu…”Pops yelled.
He stood in the doorway, eyes going wide, one brow slowly rising as he took in the scene. Crew’s head was between my thighs. My shirt was up. My hair was wild. My soul had left my body. Just as suddenly as it opened, Pops closed the door. Then opened it again. Then closed it once more.
“Ya’ll nasty,” he muttered loud enough for us to hear. “Can’t even get a damn paper towel without hearing ass clappin’ next to the flour.”
Crew stood up, wiping his mouth like it was no big deal. I yanked my shorts up and buried my face in my hands. I hung my head in shame as Pops’ voice called from the hallway.
“Wrap it up, sex demons! Ain’t nobody tryna eat pasta that’s been in a pantry of sin!”
Instead of Crew doing the decent thing and letting me leave he swung me around, yanked my shorts down and bent me over onto the shelf.
“Crew, what are you….” Was all I got out before he pushed his gloriously hard dick into me from behind without warning.
Knocking the words and breath out of me. He lifted my leg and placed it next to my head and fucked me like the slut I needed to be for him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back and drilled into me like he was trying to get me pregnant again, our skin slapped as we moaned together.
“Fuck Nova, cum for me princess. He gritted, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“I gonna…oh my…yessss.” I cried cumming for the second time.
