Page 77 of Savage Beauty

Josie whimpers and moans, her throat spasming beneath my palm. I lean forward and kiss her ear.

“Every inch of you belongs to me.” I press my cock to her ass, feeling it give way, and she mewls with pleasure as I slide home. “This perfect little asshole is mine, your tight pussy is mine. Who is fucking your asshole for the first time in your life?”

“You are,” she croaks. “You’re fucking my ass, Sasha. And it feels so good. Please go harder.”

I don’t need to be asked twice, but I can’t go all out in this position. I pull out and roll her onto her back, picking up her legs and folding her so her knees are by her ears.

“There,” I say, jerking off idly as I speak. “Now you can reach your clit, I can watch, and I have room to fuck your ass as hard as I want. What’s not to love?” I hold her thighs, pushing them wide apart as I slide back into her tender asshole. “You’re gonna need to get those nipple piercings redone, and your lip ring too. You play with my hardware, so I say let’s even up the playing field.” I pinch her nipples firmly as I give her a firm thrust, and her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh God. That’s so deep.” Her fingers fly to her clit, and her pussy floods, her lubrication running into the crack of her ass. “I’m gonna come so damn hard. Fuck me, please.”

She’s not the only one. My orgasm is biting my heels and has been since she first started teasing me. If I chase it, I might fuck her hard enough to smash the bed through the floor, but I don’t give a shit.

“Make noise,” I say, picking up the pace. “The house is empty, so I wanna hear you. Fill the place with your beautiful cock-hungry cries.”

She gives me a lewd smile. “When you come, will you choke me into silence?”

This woman can’t be for real. I’ve never been sure whether or not I believe in God, but I sure as hell believe in the Devil because that guy just has to be responsible for this kind of depraved bliss.

“Whatever you want,zolotse.” I grip her thighs harder as I pump my hips, getting a solid rhythm going. “Now work that clit and come for me.”

Josie’s throaty moans build into loud cries of rapture as I rail her ass. Her fingers dance over her clit, ever faster, and I feel my climax gathering.

“Oh, fuck, Sasha! I’m gonna come. You feel so incredible in my ass. Keep fucking my tight asshole!”

I should have realized how much her dirty talk would turn me on. I’m at the point of no return, and I grab her throat and kiss her roughly.

“Come,” I gasp, feeling my own release hurtling toward me. “Comenow, Josie. I’m gonna fill your ass, and I can’t hold off.”

Josie screams into my mouth as she peaks, her asshole contracting as she milks my come from me. I roar with relief and ecstasy as I feel the pent-up tension drain from my body into hers.

It takes a good couple of minutes for the feeling to return to my legs, and I ease out, rolling onto my back beside her. I pull the duvet over us before our sweat cools too much.

“I think we need a shower,” Josie says breathily. “You have paint in your hair.”

“You,” I roll onto my elbow and kiss her nose, “have red marks on your neck and come leaking out of your asshole. Oh, and spit and pussy juice basically everywhere. You’re callingmedirty?”

She drops a kiss onto my smiling lips. “Youaredirty. But I wouldn’t change you.”

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We sit on the terrace, bundled in blankets. It’s freezing, especially with our hair still wet from the shower, but the breeze is light and fresh, and the patio heater takes the edge off.

“Do you think you can get used to being the wife of a chef?” I ask.

Josie tilts her head, considering the question. “Well, you’re still a billionaire, which helps. But I wouldn’t care if you weren’t. I didn’t know who you were inside, Sasha. If I’d known you had it in you to love me, I’d never have gotten engaged to Marc.”

“Oh, that reminds me,zolotse.” I kiss the back of her hand. “Daddy Bonneville was most embarrassed by his late son’s so-called gambling debts, so he agreed to pay back the casinos concerned to avoid publicity. As you know, those debts were fabricated by me in the first place, so I insisted he pay the balance to charity instead.”

Josie’s mouth drops open. “How much? And what charity?”

“Three billion dollars,” I reply. “Toyourcharity.” Josie stares at me uncomprehendingly, and I laugh. “You have a dream. To bring books and a love of reading to children in care. So I set it up for you, above board and not connected to Kislev enterprises whatsoever. As far as anyone knows, Bonneville Senior donated start-up capital to a fledgling children’s reading program. Who knew he was so kind?”

Josie hurls herself onto my lap, smothering me with kisses. “You’re crazy,” she exclaims through happy tears. “There’s so much for me to do, to set up—oh, Sasha. Thank you. So much.”

I pull her head to my shoulder. “For you,moya zhena? Anything.”

Epilogue

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