Page 15 of Savage Debt (The Debt Tales 2)

He nods his understanding, and we finish our walk back to the hotel in silence.

Our arrival back inside occurs the same route we exited. I tuck my cigar back out of sight, grab a glass of whiskey from the open bar to wash away the smoke flavor in my mouth, and saunter towards Elle who is surprisingly right where I left her.

Her tiny, heeled foot is popped back into the air on another glee-filled squeak that indicates to me she’s won yet again. Seeing her toned leg bent in such a way creates a stir that I don’t bother ignoring despite the fact I probably should with the new information on hand. I press my stiff cock against the curve of her ass at the same time I push my lips beside her ear. “I wanna take those heels off with my teeth, Mrs. DeLuca…”

Redness creeps into her cheeks; however, she doesn’t deny me.

“Now.”

Elle angles her head so that our eyes can connect. Seductiveness creeps into her smile to the point it swells my cock harder. “And then what?”

Equally stunned and pleased by her flirtation has me wildly smirking. “Fuck you and your pretty little feet.”

There’s no ignoring the excitement that flashes in her expression.

Add that to the list of shit I love about my fake wife.

She really enjoys foot play, too.

I swear I come the hardest when she’s finger fucking herself with my tongue between her toes.

Sending Mickie away for the night is done almost as quickly as us abandoning the makeshift casino. He’s left to manage our ongoing problem while I distract myself with the only woman I’ve ever waited this long to fuck.

Gentleness is not an offering I intend to make during our first time. The second the door is shut securely behind us, she’s snatched by her flowy locks and pinned to me. My mouth imprisons Elle’s at the same time my hands work in tandem to free her luscious frame from its cloth confines. Stiches ripping reverberate around our suite like whispers of encouragement to move swifter. Her tattered cocktail dress is left in the wake of our journey to the bedroom along with my jacket, my shirt, and my shoes.

I boorishly toss her trembling figure on the edge of the mattress, more than willing to enjoy the sight of her in nothing but panties, stilettos, and the jeweled ankle bracelet that doubles as a tracking device. She leans back onto her palms, intently watching me strip off my pants and boxers. Her eagerness is easy to see in the way she bites her lips, but more importantly, it can also be seen in the way the lace material between her thighs dampens. The salacious view spurs me to stalk over to her faster. Savagely flip her onto her stomach and yank off the fabric that’s hindering my dick from claiming what belongs to me. Drag my teeth violently along the curve of her firm cheek, down the length of her leg, and bite her ankle. Her whimpers melt into moans that receive dark, animalistic growls. I stay true to my earlier promise by peeling the stunning shoes off one foot and then the other. Nips that straddle the line between barbaric and tender are littered along her arches while my hands mercilessly slap her ass. She squeaks at the strikes. Breathlessly calls my name. Whines and wiggles for more.

My fingers abandon the spanks to latch onto her locks. One hard tug is all it takes to have her on her knees. Another has her bracing herself on her palms. The last prompts Elle to spread her legs wider for the taking. And I do. Without reluctance, without restraint, without regard for how tight her pussy is, I drive myself to the hilt on a covetous hiss. Wetness whirls around my dick, slick muscles welcoming and worshipping it like they’ve waited a lifetime for the perfect fit. My name slips out of her in an airy fashion that convinces my balls to already start swelling. Rather than succumb to busting after a single thrust, I immediately pull back and shove myself to the brink again, bouncing her entire body in the process.

The intensity and force prove to be too much by the way she attempts to scurry across the bed for reprieve. I tighten my hold on her and snap her head back towards me. “Be a good girl and take this dick, Mrs. DeLuca.”

Moans of pain and pleasure are promptly freed, yet she shocks me for a second time. She bucks herself back into the ferocious strokes. Works to meet the frenetic heaving my hips are executing. Each thrust splits her sopping wet pussy apart, allowing my cock to stake its ownership in the most primitive nature. In an erotic oscillation, both sets of Elle’s lips, scream my name.

Scream for more.

Scream like she’s dying and being saved and sacrificed in one continuous cycle.

Her screams conjure my howls creating a carnal harmony so powerful it could make the entire hotel fucking come.

Juices steadily drip along my shaft during my persistent pumping, pleading to my nuts to swell up and properly lave in them. Pulsations from Elle abruptly begin snatching away any air I had in my lungs. The taut muscles pull me in deeper. They squeeze and constrict and command for me to join her on the other side of an orgasm. Thick, creamy sensations assist in the milking from me what it is her trembling frame desperately needs.

The speed at which I pull out is blinding. Initially, Elle whimpers from the loss; however, when her feet are wedged together by my hands so that my cock can glide between them, she throws her head back on a possessive purr, “Come on me, Mr. DeLuca.”

Between seeing her and hearing her so shameless about what she wants I’m left with no choice but to break. My grip grows to bruising levels as I dig my fingers into her flesh for leverage. Blazing spurts splatter along her soles, searing the territory over and over again in my favorite form. She continues to writhe and whimper my name. Her body repeatedly grinds against the fingers toying with her clit while I groan through gritted teeth at the sight of my cum dripping between her curling toes.

Now – more than ever – I know we’re no longer pretending.

This is real.

We are real.

And despite whatever bullshit her stepfamily has brought to my doorstep for me to deal with, I’m not losing Elle.

No one – especially not them – will take her from me.

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