Page 59 of Savage King

After teasing for endless minutes, he drags that wicked tongue through my folds. A groan of pleasure escapes, and my fingers tighten around his erection. He’s silky smooth and dripping forme. The amount of pleasure I derive from that fact is insane.

Dante sucks my clit into his mouth, and stars dance across my vision. My core clenches as he nibbles the overstimulated bud, and my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer. My thighs are slick from my arousal and his saliva, the sight of it only intensifying the moment.

One hand travels up my torso, and his fingers close around my nipple. He pinches, and a squeal bursts free as the pain surges in a direct link to my pussy. Releasing the delicate peak, he palms my breast, squeezing and kneading until my hips buck against his mouth.

His tongue dives into me as his thumb circles my clit, and my head tips back, fingers scrambling for purchase across the smooth metal of the washer. Its vibrations combined with this man’s skills are almost too much. He plunges a finger in next, and my insides clench around him. Oh, fuck, I’m close. The onslaught of sensations drive me closer and closer to the edge.

“Dante,” I pant. “I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.” His words vibrate my clit, electrifying the taut nerve-endings. “First, I want you to come in my mouth, so I can taste your soul spilling into me.”

Oh. My. Gawd.

The crude mob boss is also a fucking poet, and his words alone wring the orgasm right from my clenching apex. I ride his thick finger and his devastating tongue, hips rolling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He holds me in place until the final rush ebbs into a faint buzz. Then he lifts his eyes to mine, and I take in the breathtaking dark depths of those blown out orbs, and my arousal slickening his chin.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, Rosa?” He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, then further down his chin until he laps all of me up.

I shake my head. It had always seemed entirely unappealing.

“I want you to taste yourself on my lips.” He drags a finger across my pulsing center, and I squirm from the unexpected invasion, then he smears my arousal across his lower lip. There’s something so freaking hot about it.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and fists his fingers in my hair. Standing over me, he brings his shiny lip to my mouth. “Now you’ll know what heaven tastes like.” A wild grin stretches across his scruffy jaw as he forces my mouth to his.

The musky, pungent taste is odd at first, but Dante’s excitement is contagious. I suck on his lip, tugging him closer and already the fire begins to reignite below. His cock is hard between us, only inches away from my entrance. I tilt my hips to meet that thick head, but Dante pivots an inch, just enough to keep me writhing for more. My breasts rub against his bare chest, drawing the nipples to tight points.

“I’m ready,” I murmur against his ear before nibbling on his soft lobe. My hands clench around his ass, forcing him closer. His thick shaft strokes my still-pulsating center.

I slip my hand between our bodies and cup his balls, gently massaging them in my palm. He hisses out a curse, his own head falling back. It’s all the urging I need.

With the washer still vibrating beneath me and my ass perched on the edge of the machine, I guide his cock to my entrance. He freezes beneath my touch, and those bottomless irises fix to mine.

“Are you sure?” he rasps out, piercing orbs diving so deep into mine they nearly touch my soul.

A soft smile pulls at my lips as I regard the beautiful, scarred beast. “For a self-proclaimed monster, you sure are being considerate of my needs.”

A smirk quirks his lips. “You’re right. I should stop that. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, sweetheart.”

He rams his cock inside me so hard, I don’t just see stars but the entire damned universe. I’m so full of him I’m scared I’ll tear, then I’ll really be familiar with all the blood and pain of his world. Is that what he’s trying to achieve?

As if he’s read the fear in my eyes, or maybe it’s the building tears, he slows his savage pace, fully retreating before sinking into me with renewed violence. His eyes dip between us as he slows again, pulls out nearly completely and then thrusts again. It’s slow torture. In and in and in. He watches every second.

The intensity in his gaze has me trailing his eyes. He seems utterly mesmerized as his dick moves in and out of my pussy, and fuck, it’s so hot.

His fingers snake around my neck, and he jerks my head forward. “I want you to watch, sweetheart. I want you to see how your greedy little pussy sucks my cock in. She weeps for it, soaking my dick with each thrust.”

And damn, he was right. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t stop watching the steady in and out, the crazy wonder of how our bodies were made for each other. And not just human beings in general, but Dante and me in particular.

My lips spread for his cock, wider than I could ever imagine being comfortable. And here I was on the brink of another orgasm. His huge balls smack against me with each thrust, the additional point of contact only intensifying the raging sensations.

He is brutal as he rails into me, shaking the entire washing machine with each violent thrust, filling me until I really do feel his head against my spine. Then he slows, his gaze dips, and he just watches the slow, almost tender movements. His breath normalizes, and an awe-filled, reverent look replaces the wild glare.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand this man.

But he was right about one thing, hewouldruin me for anyone else.

And I couldn’t be more excited for the devastation.

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