Page 132 of Fall into Savagery

Mikhail hurriedly pulled at his clothes.

I rested my head on the side, my eyes returning to him. He rummaged for something in the bedside table, locating a small tube.

I knew what it was right away.

The muscles in my ass tightened at the sight, knowing where he was going with this.

He came back to stand directly behind me, never looking away from me as he played with his cock.

He spread my ass cheek out with two hands, his fingers playing with the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, God,” I said when he pressed his finger against it, not really entering me. “Mikhail. Please don’t tease me like this.”

“Oh?” he asked, almost sardonically. “But I enjoy teasing you.”

He bent down and licked up, from my pussy to my ass.

I jumped back, but he gripped my hips tightly and held me still as he continued to eat me, drawing the lips of my pussy between his teeth before coming up and teasing my back end with the tip of his tongue.

I trembled.

“Please,” I said. But what was it I wanted? I didn’t know. I just wanted him and anything he might give me.

“I got you, mysweetgirl. Why don’t you come and show me exactly what I do to you?”

His fingers found my slit, and he entered me with two large fingers, pumping in and out viciously.

My back arched.

His thumb found my sphincter, and he smoothed it over, gently touching around it before he slowly inserted it inside of me.

I could feel myself trying to suck him in instinctively, and he let out a low groan.

“Fuck, look at this. Look at how greedy you are for me. You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

He pulled out entirely and gathered my wetness, moving up to the tight ring of muscles and stabbing his finger in and out of me. I startled a little, and Mikhail placed his other hand at the small of my back, keeping me still.

“Look at your cunt, weeping with want just because I’m playing with your ass.”

He squirted the lubricant on me, and I gasped at the feel of the cool liquid splattering on my skin, dripping down the inside of my legs.

His finger moved faster.

“Say it, baby. Say you’re my dirty little whore.”

I closed my eyes, and he used his other hand and slapped my butt cheek.

I opened it and looked at him.

“I’m—fuck—I’m your dirty little whore.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling out of me and grabbing his cock. He stroked up and down his length several times and brought the tip up to my back end.

I held my breath when he entered me from behind, only stopping when he filled me up to the hilt.

I closed my eyes and slowly let out the breath I was holding.

The door to Mikhail’s room opened and closed, and my eyes popped open, finding Damien standing there watching us, an unreadable expression on his face.

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