Page 19 of Savage Beauty

Bozhe moy. She doesn’t know how much I love to fuck from behind, but damn, do I wanna show her. I can imagine that pretty little cunt, glistening with juice, her tight little hole inviting me in. My cock stretching her. Grabbing that raven hair and pulling her back onto me as I—

She’s coming. Her voice is muffled as she gasps her pleasure into the pillow, and I gulp hard. My cock pulsates, and I wonder if I’m gonna come too, just from watching her.

Josie’s panting gives way to low, soft breathing. Still, I wait until I’m sure before turning to look at her. She’s facing away from me, her body moving gently as she sleeps. I wanna jerk off more than anything, but I might wake her if I move. I stare at the ceiling, contemplating getting up and stealing to the bathroom to relieve the tension.

My eyes close again.I’ll give it a few minutes.

* * *

When I wake up, I’m way too warm. I shift my body and realize where I am.

I’m holding Josie, my arms wrapped around her. She has her back to me, sleeping soundly, her soft hair beneath my cheek. Her ass is nestled against my hips, her legs entwined with mine.

When the fuck didthishappen? Last I knew, I was nursing a painful erection and trying not to wake her.

Josie sighs and stretches, rubbing her ass against me. I’m developing a problem again, and as my cock thickens, I resist the urge to grind against her.

Either I’m gonna move away or closer. But I’m sure as hell gonna movesomewhere.

I slide my hand over Josie’s thigh and settle on her hip, holding her to me. She’s wearing a tank top and boy shorts, light and thin. My other arm grips her waist, and she arches her back slightly, pushing harder against my burgeoning erection.

This woman has no idea what she’s doing to me. Is she even awake? The urge to rip her shorts and fill her pussy is almost overwhelming, but I don’t wanna take anything from her. I want her to give herself to me.Beg, even. I haven’t waited this long to ruin it now.

My cock doesn’t agree. It’s throbbing now, thick and hard between Josie’s soft inner thighs. I move my hips back and forth, creating a little friction, and she moans sweetly.

I press against her more firmly, and she gives a sharp gasp.

Ah. My piercing hit the spot.

I begin to move her body, sliding along her pussy lips. I can feel their plumpness through the thin fabric of her shorts, and my jockeys aren’t exactly providing much protection—not with her wetness soaking into them.

Her little whispered sighs are getting to me. I can’t see her face, and neither of us has spoken, but a shared pact of silence hangs in the air.

If she doesn’t say anything, she can pretend she dreamed it. Tell herself she doesn’t want to fuck the man who killed her fiancé and forced her to marry him.

If I stay silent, I can get what I want. I’m obsessed with her, and I don’t like it. It makes me feel weak. All I need to do is get her out of my system. One hard, cathartic fuck to loosen her grip on my soul, and then I can get back to where I belong.

In control.

All I have to do is reach down and slide her shorts aside. She’s soaked, and I’m slick with her juice and my pre-come; I’d slide right in, all the way to the hilt. No resistance.

I slip my hand between us and free my cock, letting her feel the heat as I press it against her sex once more. Her clit is so swollen I can feel it through the material, and as I nudge it, I feel my control ebbing away.

“No. Don’t.”

Josie’s voice is breathy and so quiet I barely hear her. But there’s no denying what she said.

“You’re dripping for me,zolotse,” I murmur, holding her tighter. “Who are you trying to fool? I know what you did when you thought I was asleep.”

Her body stiffens in my grasp, but she makes only a token effort to release herself from my grip. “You fucking asshole. All you had to do was say something, move, anything. But you lay there and played possum while your massive dick just did its thing?”

I press myself hard against her. “Thisis my dick doing its thing,moya zhena. And there’s so much more I’ve got for you. Every inch, every drop of come. I’ll fill you up until you can’t remember how to resist.”

Her hands grab at me, gripping me tight, and I know her resolve is crumbling away like sand. But I still wanna hear her say it.

“Come on,” I whisper, slipping my fingers over her sex and working her clit through the fabric. “Beg for it. Beg me to give it to you, and I will.”

She hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. You want me, and it’s all I’ve got over you. You think I’d give that up after everything you’ve taken from me?”

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