Page 63 of Savage Rose

He raises his head from the spot so incredibly close to where I really want him.

On a gasp, I say, “I want you to taste me.”

“Please?” He smirks between my legs.

I nod desperately. “Please.” I throw my head back.

“Uh-uh. You watch just like you said you wanted to. Right here. I want you to watch as I devour you.” His head dips down, and his tongue slides through my folds with one devastatingly pleasurable lick.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so wet.”

A strangled cry passes through my lips, but I don’t have time to even register it or be embarrassed about what he said because he sucks on the hood of my sex, his tongue finding my clit.

He consumes me. Feasts. Eats. And true to his word, devours every inch of me, his wet tongue everywhere as he laps at me.

“Oh God, so good, Xander. It feels so good.”

He smiles against my sensitive skin, then, with one hand on each thigh, pushes my legs open wider. His tongue delves inside me, licking my inner walls, and making me writhe. “Baby, I fucking love the way you taste.” His tongue finds my clit again, and oh God, between his mouth on me and his words, my body feels ready to explode. Tension coils so tightly in my belly that my legs shake involuntarily with it.

Just when I think it can’t possibly get better than it already is, Xander slides a finger inside me, then a second. He pumps them slowly in and out of me, all while flicking at my clit with his tongue, his dark eyes watching my face as he pleasures me.

He looks up at me, so intense, and rasps, “Come for me, Scarlett. Come all over my face.” He curls his fingers inside me, running them over a spot that makes me crazy.

My body quakes and my orgasm explodes through me, my pelvis grinding against his face. I’d be mortified, but God, his expression tells me he’s enjoying himself as much as I am. I look up through the moonroof at the stars, breathing hard as I finally stop shuddering.

Xander groans, still licking at me. “So fucking good, baby.” He crawls up between my legs, fitting his hips between them, and gathers my body to him. A jolt of pleasure hits me when his bare chest meets mine. I stop paying attention to that when he starts kissing me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. A needy, hoarse moan works its way up my throat. He worships me with his mouth, his tongue rubbing against mine, setting me back on fire.

With a groan, he pushes himself up, kneeling over me. He ghosts a kiss over my cheekbone. “I want to fuck your tits. Can I?”

I gulp and then hurriedly nod. “Just tell me what to do.”

He shifts, tearing his jeans and boxers off, then moves further up my torso, straddling me.

Oh, shit. His dick is huge and hard, a drop of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. “Can I touch you?”

Xander looks at me with hooded eyes and nods, like it’s a struggle to speak.

I reach out and take his hard length in my hand, smoothing my palm over the satiny soft skin. He covers my hand with his, and together we move our hands up and down his cock.

Xander’s eyes blaze into mine with a heat so intense, it makes me quiver. “Scarlett, I need to—” He closes his eyes tightly for a second and huffs out, “Push your tits together for me.”

My eyes widen, but I do it, and then he’s guiding his cock in the small channel created between them. He lets out a groan as he grips the back of the seat behind me and begins to thrust.

I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. This carved, sexy god of a man is taking his pleasure from my body. I can’t help but watch the interplay of his muscular abs working as he pumps his hips, the way his pecs tighten, and, oh God, the way his expression has become full of lust. I did that. He’s hard like this for me.

He looks into my eyes as he cups my face in his hand, running his thumb roughly over my lower lip before he slips it into my mouth. I immediately close my mouth over it and suck. “Fuck, Scarlett, yes. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.” Sweat dots his brow as his hips churn over and over until he shouts and pushes forward, holding there as he comes. I give a little squeal of surprise as it lands on my chest, which makes him laugh.

Scooting backward, he bends down and presses his lips to mine. “We should clean up and get dressed. Have another drink before we get carried away here.” He pulls a box of tissues from the back seat, handing it to me before he climbs off of me. “I think I’ll hang onto these, though.” He picks up my panties and tucks them into his pocket.

My cheeks heat. “You want me to walk around in my miniskirt without underwear?”

“Yep. And it’ll be fucking hot.”

I don’t know why I agree, except maybe the orgasm he’d given me and the one I’d given him have both addled my brain.

We quickly dress again—yep, me minus my panties—and climb out of the back end of the SUV. Xander grips the back of my neck, lowering his mouth to mine, sweeping his tongue inside, kissing me leisurely until we hear someone nearby. He tucks his head down next to my ear as they walk by. He growls, “You have a sweet, sweet pussy, Red.”

My body tingles all over at his words, and I shake my head at him, not a clue how to respond to that. “Let’s go get that drink. I could use it.”

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