Page 81 of Savage Devil
“I want you to come with me,” I tell him, and a savage grin spreads across his face before a flash of irritation has him pulling away entirely.
“One minute.”
Still clad in his black boxer briefs he leaves the room only to come back seconds later with a small foil packet in his hands. My shoulders relax and he returns to my side, dropping the boxers and rolling the condom onto his length. I lick my lips.
“You ready for me?”
I nod. So damn ready.
He grabs my hips, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he guides himself to my center, his movements excruciatingly slow. His eyes search mine like he’s waiting for some sort of permission, so I nod letting him know I’m not changing my mind.
His body shakes with need as he enters me and I thrust my hips forward, forcing him in deeper. He groans before sinking the rest of the way in and then we just stay like that for several seconds, both of our chests heaving as we savor the feeling of one another.
He kisses my mouth, nibbling at my lips and nipping at my jaw and neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Bibiana. I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
“Yes,” I moan because God, I want that.
He withdraws his cock only to slam back into me and I cry out. He smiles before his hand comes up to cover my mouth, smothering my cry of pleasure. “Gonna make my brothers think I’m hurting you,” he warns.
Oh, my God, I completely forget we are not alone in the house. And they just heard… I groan again, only this time for an entirely different reason.
He chuckles. “Don’t be quiet on my account,” he says. “I like making you scream.”
He keeps his hand pressed over my mouth as his thrusts quicken, his hand muffling my sounds. “That’s it,mariposa. You like that don’t you?” He bites my shoulder and my release slams into me, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He grunts but keeps going, his thrusts coming harder, faster. His kisses grow more aggressive and his hand slips from my mouth to wrap around my throat in a possessive hold.
The fingers of his other hand dig into my hips as he thrusts into me with savage strokes. My sex clenches around him and he grits his teeth, a second orgasm already building inside me. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs quick circles over me, sending me closer to release. Without warning he dips his head, his mouth capturing one taught nipple between his teeth and I sail over the edge, a second orgasm crashing through me like a hurricane.
He doesn’t slow his pace, his thrusts erratic as he bites my breasts, my neck, whatever his mouth can find. My hands roam over his back, my nails digging into his skin. It only seems to spur him on. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands clinging to his shoulders. God, it feels so good.
I can feel the moment he gets close, when his body stiffens, and he thrusts into me one more time before his entire body quakes above me.
He collapses to the bed, shifting his weight at the last second so as not to crush me.
We both lie there, skin slick with sweat, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds pass, he rolls to his feet, disposes of the condom, and then climbs back onto the bed beside me and tugs me into his arms.
“I missed you,” he says against my hair, and a feeling of contentment sweeps through me.
“I missed you too.”
He takes a deep breath, his nose buried in my hair as he says, “You going to marry me this time?”
I choke on a laugh and try to turn to see his face. He’s kidding, right?
I catch a smirk and know right away he’s just messing with me, so I say, “Nope.”
He pretends to be wounded, a mock crestfallen expression on his face. “Fine. Fine. But you’ll date me, right? Be my girl?”
I bite my lip. “Yeah. I’ll be your girl.”
He squeezes me again. “About fucking time. And we’re making this Faceplace or Tikgram or whatever the fuck they call it official.”
I laugh. “You’re not even on social media.”
“Don’t care. I'll download all the damn apps just to let everyone out there know Bibiana Sousa ismine.”
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