Page 107 of Savage
Micah tightens his grip then, looking me in the eye and saying something he’s never said before, but immediately makes my cock pulse and my orgasm grow closer.
“Run.”
I don’t know why I instinctively know what he wants, but I want it too. He releases my hair, and I crash to my knees again, but before I even form a conscious thought, I’m up. I burst through the shower door, swinging it open so hard I’m amazed I don’t break it. Out of the bathroom, down the hallway and into the apartment.
It’s not a big space. There isn’t far to run. But even just the few feet I’ve made it, wet and naked, vulnerable and desperate with my hole already stretched out for him to claim, feels insane. The drive for satisfaction is something I’ve never experienced before.
I hear Micah’s footsteps behind me.Slap, slap, slapon the wood floor as he gets closer to me.
My adrenaline spikes and my cock is practically reaching backward for him, but I run.
My legs are longer, so I eat up the distance and dive for the other side of the couch. My fucking junk is loose, and it seems so unhinged, but in this moment I’m completely free. Micah is undeterred, though. He dives over the couch with a lot more grace than I managed.
His body is dripping water, his dark hair sleek and his eyes wild. He lands practically on top of me and doesn’t waste any time sweeping my legs out from under me, shoving me to the floor. My cheek hits the rug so hard I think it might bruise, but the pain explodes like another starburst of pleasure, I’m so keyed up.
He pulls my hands behind me, holding them loosely in one of his. I don’t try to break his grip, because he knows I’m not going anywhere. I buck and writhe though, while he’s straddling my ass. I’m not trying to get free. I just want to feel more of him and my body is operating on instinct alone. I couldn’t stay still right now if you paid me, I feel like I have lightning in my veins.
“That’s it, slut. You’re not even pretending you don’t want it. You just need my cock inside you. All my cum spilling out of that tight, wet pussy.”
I fucking whine. High-pitched and long. It ends on a sob, because I need him inside me right fucking now. “Please,” is the only word I can force through my lips, though. “Please” and “more.” I cry them out like a prayer.
With one hand holding my wrists, Micah uses the other to guide his cock to my hole. He didn’t lube himself, so there’s only what’s left from my fingerfucking before. I’m prepped, but it’s still a burn to let him in, and I love every second of it.
It feels fucking cleansing.
“Bambi, Bambi, Bambi.” My chant changes to his name as he shoves his cock inside me until he’s finally seated.
As soon as he’s ready, he gets that solid grip on my hair again and uses it as leverage to fuck me. It hurts everywhere. The stretch. The burn on my scalp. Every part of my body that I just scraped when I fell. The desperate ache of my cock needing release.
He fucks me relentlessly, whispering over and over that I’m good and perfect and his slutty pussy to fill but no one else’s.
Finally, Micah gasps and then cries out, burying himself deep as he pulses into me. I squeeze as hard as I can, milking him for every drop of his release and enjoying the way he shudders and kneads at the flesh of my ass while he rides out his orgasm.
For a second, I think there might be a break, but of course not. As soon as he’s finished, he pulls out and roughly flips me over. His thick cock gets replaced by four fingers plunging into me, while he swallows my cock whole.
I make a strangled noise, grabbing onto his wet hair with both hands and fucking up into his mouth in desperation. He finds my prostate and works it over, and within seconds I’m spilling into his mouth, making just as much noise as he did a second ago.
I’m still blinking away the spots that were swimming in my vision during my orgasm when Micah pulls off my cock and climbs up my body to straddle my chest. He looks just as hungry and dangerous as he did before, like what we just did barely scratched the surface.
He grabs my face with his left hand, squeezing hard enough to force my jaw open. Then, with my head tilted back and my mouth open wide, he spits all the cum he just sucked out of me right into my waiting mouth. It’s warm and tastes like both of us mixed together, but the utter debauchery of it is what makes me shiver.
When he shuts my mouth and nods, I swallow it down. Obedient to my core. His left hand is still on my face but immediately slaps me with the right. Not hard, but hard enough to make my entire bodyzingand feel awake again after having all my brain cells sucked out of my dick.
I gasp and look back up at him. I swear to god, my cock is trying to get hard again faster than it ever has before. The psychotic look in his eye is only feeding it.
Micah grins at me, leaning over my face to surround me with his body, and I grin back.
I don’t know who starts laughing first, but it’s one of us. Soon we’re both laughing hard, then kissing, then laughing in between kisses and rolling back and forth on the floor that’s wet and sticky from our escapade.
Eventually, we calm down and end up lying side by side. We’re still naked and damp, with our hands tangled together. Micah is playing with my fingers, and I don’t have the energy to get up for a very long time.
“Well, I feel better. Do you feel better?” he asks.
I snort. “I feel like I got hit by a fucking train.” I roll over, nuzzling my face into his shoulder. “But yeah, I feel better, Bambi. You always make me feel better.”
More time passes, with neither of us speaking but neither of us ready to get up.
“I love you, doll,” he says at last, still looking at the ceiling.
“I know,” I say, and it feels like I really mean it this time. “I love you too.”
“Good, because it’s my fault that we need to take a whole other shower now.”
I get up, groaning, and haul him to his feet as well. But we’re both laughing again the whole walk there.
