Page 52 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

By the time his hips are flush with my ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, I’m sweaty and breathless, muttering choked, incoherent words as sensation overwhelms me.

It’s like I can feel him everywhere, and the burn of the stretch is all encompassing.

My fingers are still working at my clit, and I can feel how close I am to falling apart already, but Gage grabs my wrists before I can get too much closer. He gathers them both up at the small of my back, pinning my arms there so he can control my movements.

I’m strong, but when I twist my wrists to test Gage’s grip, there’s no give. He’s stronger, and clearly determined to keep me where I am.

That just makes my pussy throb even more. He feels so fucking good, balls deep in my ass, but my pussy feels empty. I have a second to wish I was full there, too, but Gage doesn’t give me much time to think about it. He warms me up a little with shallow, slow thrusts, getting me used to the feeling of him fucking my ass. Then he draws himself out and slams back in, taking my breath away with the force of it.

His fingers are bruisingly tight on my wrists, and he works himself hard and fast into me, fucking me with an almost brutal pace.

I can’t do anything but take it, pinned down and impaled on his cock, caught between his body and the bed. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be in this moment, and I try to catch my breath, try to find some equilibrium, but there isn’t any. Not when he’s fucking me so rough and hard that the bed shakes beneath us.

The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together when we meet in the middle, along with Gage’s grunts and my moans and whines of pleasure.

“Please, please, please,” I chant, although I don’t even know what I’m begging for at this point. More of this. More ofsomething.

It’s all I can focus on, all I can think about. My head is empty of everything except the press of Gage’s cock and the way it makes me feel like I’m breaking apart, but in the best way possible.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp out. “Please. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never fucking stop,” he growls back, slamming into me hard enough that I forget how to breathe for a full second. “Not until I’m done with you.”

His body bows over mine, and I can feel his labored breath on the back of my neck, feel the sweat on his body as it mingles with mine. The bed creaks and groans under us, and I arch under Gage, trying to get him as deep as I possibly can.

I lose track of time, caught in an endless loop of pain-edged pleasure. After a while, Gage’s thrusts get erratic, and I can tell he’s getting close. Just the thought of him filling my ass up with his cum is enough to have me moaning all over again, and I can only imagine what I sound like.

My pussy throbs with need, and as if Gage can read my mind—or maybe read my body—he hauls me up, pulling me upright until we’re both kneeling, my back pressed flush to his chest.

He wraps an arm around me, keeping me in place, while his other hand finds the wet mess of my pussy. And oh, fuckyes. That’s what I’ve been wanting. That’s the piece that was missing.

There’s no resistance when he puts his fingers in me, and I take him in eagerly, crying out when he starts fucking my pussy with his fingers while he keeps taking my ass.

“Oh, god,” I gasp out, shaking against him. “Oh fuck. Gage—”

He groans and bites down on my shoulder, and I can feel it when he loses it, coming in my ass and filling me up.

He doesn’t stop thrusting with his cock or his fingers, and I’m right there with him.

I shatter into a thousand pieces, shaking and writhing and nearly screaming his name as my orgasm breaks over me.

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