Page 39 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“Deeper,” he ordered.
I sucked him down until my throat tightened around his length. He didn’t move, just watched, letting me do it on my ownterms. I pushed my head down disregarding my gag reflex until his dick was completely nestled in my throat.
“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered. “On your knees, choking on my dick, your eyes wet and your mouth hungry.”
I moaned around him, the vibration from my throat making him curse.
“Use me right, Princess,” he growled. “I’m yours to worship too.”
I pulled back, slowly dragging my tongue along his shaft, then licked him from base to tip again. Hallowing out my cheeks, I sucked him back in bobbing and drooling all over his dick. I popped off using my hands to jerk him off while I sucked on just the head.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” I asked.
He clenched his jaw. “Not yet.”
Crew pushed me off with a gasp and stood, towering over me. He reached down and gripped my chin.
“Hands and knees.”
I obeyed, still breathless, lips swollen and wet with spit and pre-cum. He came up behind me, dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, then paused.
“No cuffs this time,” he said. “No orders, just me and you.”
And then he slid into me again, slower this time but deeper. With so much control it made me cry out because I was losing mine.
“Fuck, you fit me so good,” he groaned. “Like you were made for this dick.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, gently pulling my head back as he rolled his hips into me.
“You wanna serve me? This is how you do it. Take every inch. Hold every stroke. Give me everything.” He groaned in my ear.
And I did, gladly. He didn’t fuck me fast feeding me his strokes long, grinding, and punishingly slow. Like he wanted me to feel every inch, every ridge as he claimed me.
“You still mine, Nova?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say it louder.”
“I’m yours. Always.”
“Damn right and when you forget I want you to remember the feeling in this pussy after I’ve fucked you.”
He slammed into me harder now, hips snapping, his hand slipping down to rub my clit as I cried out over and over again.
“Cum for me,” he growled.
I shattered again as my walls clenched around him. He let go too, groaning into my shoulder as he filled me with his hot cum. It was so much I could feel it dripping down my thighs. We collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweat, cum and limbs. Crew lifted me after we came down and carried me to the bathroom without a word. One arm under my knees, the other around my back, like I weighed nothing, even though my body was limp with satisfaction, exhaustion, and release. His chest was still damp; muscles tense from the workout we just gave each other.
He used his foot to push the door open and sat me gently on the edge of the soaking tub. The marble was cool under my skin. I watched him move, still naked and silent. He turned the knobs, testing the temperature with his hand, then added a small bottle of oil to the running water. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the room. It smelled like us, and I loved it. When he turned to face me, I was watching him naked and raw with emotion. His eyes softened the way they always did when I let all my walls down.
“You still with me?” he asked.
I nodded.
