Page 143 of The Savage King

Adoration.

I want to explore her desires and kinks. But right now, I want to make love to her like she’s the most precious thing in the worl—

“Decker. Would you please fuck me? Hard,” Isabelle growls, gripping my face. “More.”

Well, alrighty then.

I pull out and flip her over.

“Be careful what you ask for you, little brat.” I laugh, sliding my hand down her back as her ass widens. I press my cock into her pink, glistening flesh and let myself go deep inside her.

“Play with your clit,” I instruct her. “I want to hear you squeal as I fuck this wet cunt.”

“Oh, god, yes,” she cries.

I can’t help my smile, but then she clenches around me as her fingers find her nub and I’m gone.

With one hand on the wall above us, I slam into her over and over, my cock in a world of pleasure, my mind disconnected.

All I can feel is her.

Us.

And my seed as it explodes inside her hot channel.

I join my hand with hers and guide her fingers over her nub as her own orgasm erupts and I feel myself throbbing and ready for more as she finishes.

Pulling out, I spread my fingers through her pink flesh as my come leaks out of her. One day, it’s staying in there and we are making little babies. But not until we have had time to enjoy each other.

I lay down and tug Isabelle against me, lifting her leg over mine and sliding back inside her.

“I have so much to show you,” I say, kissing her lips.

“I do need to be able to walk tomorrow.” Isabelle pants.

“Rubbish. Walking is overrated. I’ll carry you wherever you want to go,” I say as she runs her finger over the tattoo on my pec.

“I love you so much,” she says, lifting her eyes to mine.

“Me too, baby,” I say. “Me too.”

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