Page 44 of The Savage King

Her eyes widen, but I’m sliding down her body, pushing up her dress and slipping off her panties

“Isabelle,” I growl. “Say yes or no right fucking now.”

I unzip my shorts and palm my cock, stroking it.

“Just my mouth, darlin’ but I need you to say yes.” I kneel and blow on her exposed pink glistening flesh.

“Yes, oh, god, touch me.”

My mouth clasps onto her pussy as she screams. I run my hand up and down my cock as my tongue invades her hot mound, jolting when her hand grips my thick, dark hair.

She tastes like summertime.

Berries and sunshine and tequila.

I swirl my tongue over her tight nub and suck.

“Decker,” she cries, and I shove my fingers inside her, feeling them clamp urgently. Then she’s trembling, and I realize she’s already coming.

“Oh, god, oh, god. Oh, my fucking god!” Isabelle cries. “Decker, shit.”

“That’s my girl. Come for me,” I grunt and speed up my strokes, tightening my fist around my cock, then fuck her pussy with my fingers harder as she creams on my hand.

Holy hell.

With a few final licks, my balls tighten. I withdraw my fingers and stand, ejaculating over her lower stomach and pussy. Strands of my come spray as I clench my eyes, letting the pleasure roll through my body.

I lean over Isabelle, palming the mattress next to her, then release my cock, rubbing the come over her creamy skin.

There’s something primal about marking her like this and I fight the emotions swarming me that she is mine to keep.

“As much as I want my come to stay on you, I think you better have a shower.” I wipe her forehead and watch those eyes of hers start to gloss over. “Hey.”

She blinks.

“Stop feeling guilty. Nothing wrong with some pleasure while we get out of this situation,” I say, reminding myself that sheisn’tmine.

Isabelle nods, even as I sense she’s hiding something. I know she fucking enjoyed it so what the hell is it?

“Talk,” I say. “Is it because I didn’t fuck you with my cock?”

She shakes her head.

“I would, but I don’t have condoms,” I explain.

“Really?” she asks, surprised.

I nod, then stand, pulling my shorts back up. I’m not going to go into the details about how no one gives a fuck here if they knock up a woman. They just get them terminated or kick the hell out of them until they abort.

Only she doesn’t need that bit of information.

“But what—”

I reach for her and pull her to sit up. “I’m going to head out after I wash my dick. Have a shower and rest. If it all goes to plan, we will head out early morning.”

“How long will you be?” she asks vulnerably.

I don’t want to leave her, but I’m mostly confident the guards won’t let anyone in here. Especially when I plan to threaten to remove their testicles if they do.

---