Page 48 of Savage Beauty

Beside the desk is a leather armchair. Sasha sits and leans back, his cock sticking lewdly out of his pants.

“Come here and ride me. Now.”

I scramble off the desk, but he takes my hips in his hands as I reach him. “Turn around and face the other way,” he says.

My dress bunches at my waist, very much in the way. Then I remember that the mermaid skirt and bustier are, in fact, separate pieces. I wriggle out of the dress and kick it aside before assuming the position, bending my knees until I feel the smooth tip of Sasha’s dick against my aching pussy.

I’ll never get used to him. The hot metal of his piercing feels like fire, but it’s so good. Sasha teases me for a moment, holding my body up and away from him so I can’t take him all the way inside me.

“Stop it!” I say too loudly. “Just give it to me, you—”

Sasha’s long fingers shove my words back into my mouth. The force pushes me back against him, and he pulls my leg up with his free hand, opening me up to him.

“Shhh.” He slides slowly inside my tightness, hissing through his teeth as he forges deeper. “Shut the fuck up and take it. I know you can. You’re doing so well.”

I whimper, saliva running down my chin as he fucks his fingers into my throat. He’s so rough and nasty, yet tender. How the hell can he be both?

“Get them good and wet,” he says. He bites my neck, digging his teeth into the tendon. “Because they’re going in your ass.”

I balk a little. Despite my many years as a call girl, anal was the one thing I wouldn’t do. I always wanted to keep some part of my body unsullied, but that was before. I never thought I’d meet a man who had to consume every inch of me. A man who would love me.

Sasha rolls his hips, pulling out entirely before slamming back inside. I reach for my clit, and he laughs, leaning back further to get deeper inside me.

“That’s it,zolotse. You come for me now. I’m not done with you yet, but you need some relief, don’t you, baby?”

I nod, and he removes his fingers from my mouth. Instead, he grips my jaw, turning my face to his to silence me with a deep, probing kiss. I tug his lip ring with my teeth, and he responds with a firm thrust, spearing my pussy and setting my deepest nerves alight. My climax is already building, and I chase it down, rubbing my clit as I reach my peak. Sasha thrusts his hand into my hair, suppressing my screams of pleasure with his mouth until I’m quivering and panting, his breath mingling with mine.

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Sasha

Jesus fuckingChrist, do I want to come.

After all the romance of the day, murdering Carl Ellis was something of a reset. Although I surprised myself with the intensity of my feelings at the altar, I have ways of expressing myself that would never make it into the vows. Flowers and poetic words are all well and good, but I’m a guy whose strength of feeling is best demonstrated by railing the woman I love until she’s a whimpering wreck. And I’m not done yet.

“You love it, don’t you?” I whisper in Josie’s ear. “Your pussy craves me. And who am I?” I pull her hair gently as I shift my hips, sliding my still rock-hard cock out of her. “I’m a murderer. A man who kills and would die foryou. I’m already damned, so I fuck you like the demon I am. I know for sure that Heaven couldn’t compare to feeling you come, so I say Hell is well worth it.”

Josie looks punch drunk. I push her onto her feet and turn her around, arranging her until she’s kneeling on the chair, her gorgeous ass in the air.

“Get that head down.” I push until her face rests on the backrest. “You’re gonna need to bite that so you don’t scream.”

Josie has recovered enough to speak. “I can’t,” she says. “Let me get myself together. You’re too much.”

I ignore her and grab the cheeks of her ass, bending down so I can spear her tight asshole with my tongue. Josie gives an almost soundless scream, clamping her teeth into the backrest as I open her up, my saliva mixing with her juice to make a beautiful mess. I work two fingers into her pussy, gratified to find her inner walls clutching desperately.

“Your sweet little cunt disagrees with you,zolotse.” I withdraw my fingers, rubbing them over her tightest hole, and she moans. “And I need more lubrication if I’m gonna get in here, too.”

I reach forward and shove my fingers in her mouth again, and this time, I push further and harder than before. Josie splutters, her throat constricting, and she gives me what I want, coughing thick, viscous saliva onto my hand.

“That’s it.” I wrench my hand out of her mouth, and she heaves a deep breath. I massage her ass, getting her good and slippery before positioning my fingertip.

“Sasha.” Josie’s voice is harsh. “I…I never let anyone in my ass before. Please go easy.”

I didn’t expect that. My cock, already agonizingly engorged, seems to gain another inch.

“In that case, I’m not gonna fuck it now,” I say, slapping her butt cheek with the flat of my palm. “But I am gonna pound your pussy and stuff your ass with my fingers at the same time. I think you’re the kind of greedy slut who wants both holes destroyed. Am I right?”

“Yes.” Josie rolls her head, and I broach her tightness, the tip of my finger slipping smoothly inside the first ring of muscle. “I don’t know why I’m willing to let you do whatever you want, but I am. God, that feels good.”

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