Page 40 of Beautiful Savage
She's looking at me like I'm not the monster they branded me. Like I'm just a man she wants.
My cock jumps. Being seen accurately doesn't make me go soft. It makes me want to fuck her until she can't walk. Makes me want to claim her, mark her, ruin her for anyone else.
I turn from the mirror to face her directly. No more reflections. Just us.
I step to her, hands finding her face first, then shoulders, then pulling her against me. Our mouths meet for the second time. Brief but urgent. Her naked body pressed against mine makes my cock twitch between us, leaving wet streaks on her soft stomach. I break the kiss, need to taste more of her.
I guide her back to the mirror, turn her sideways. She understands without words. One hand on the small dresser beside it for balance, one leg slightly forward. The mirror shows us both in profile now. Her standing, me about to kneel.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
My hands grip her hips as I lean in, press my mouth to her pussy. She's dripping wet. Her arousal coats her inner thighs. The taste of her makes me groan against her cunt. Sweet and musky, purely her. I've been starving for this for weeks. My tongue finds her entrance first, fucking into her, gathering her wetness before dragging up to her clit.
"Fuck," she gasps, her hips bucking against my face.
I work her with my tongue. My tongue circles her clit, then flicks over it rapidly, builds a rhythm while she gasps above me. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her whole body jerk.
Her hand comes to the back of my head. Fingers fist in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt perfectly. At the corner of my eye, I catch our reflection. My face buried between her thighs. Her hand holding me there. Her back arching. Her mouth open in pleasure. The visual sends heat straight to my cock, makes it leak steadily onto the floor.
"Your mouth," she moans. "God, your fucking mouth."
I suck her clit between my lips, flick my tongue against it while my fingers fuck into her. She's so wet my fingers make obscene squelching sounds with each thrust. Her pussy clenches around them, trying to pull them deeper.
I keep working, pacing by her responses. Her breathing gets ragged. Her hips start moving against my mouth, grinding her cunt against my tongue with an urgency that makes my cock throb. She's fucking my face now, using me for her pleasure, and Christ, I love it.
"I'm going to… fuck, I'm…"
Her first orgasm hits hard. Her whole body goes rigid. Thighs clamp around my head as she comes against my tongue. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, gushing wetness that drips down my chin. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock.Half scream, half my name. I stay with her through it. Don't pull back until her grip in my hair loosens. Keep licking her through the aftershocks until she's trembling and oversensitive.
I stand slowly. My cock painfully hard now. Precum drips steadily from the tip to the floor. She's still breathing heavy, legs shaking. The mirror shows both of us. Her flushed and satisfied with her juices glistening on her thighs. Me with her wetness on my face and my cock standing straight out from my body, angry red and desperate.
I guide her away from the mirror with one arm at her lower back. Toward the western window. The window faces the alley between buildings. Anyone outside who looked up would see us with the lamp light behind us. After a lifetime of absolute privacy, I'm about to fuck her where strangers could watch. The thought makes my cock leak more precum. My balls draw up tight.
I position her facing the window. Hands flat on the glass. Press her forward until her breasts touch the cool surface. Her nipples harden further against the cold glass. I stand behind her. My chest to her back. My cock nestled between her ass cheeks, leaving wet streaks.
"Don't hide us anymore," she whispers, pushing her ass back against me.
"Never again," I growl against her ear. "Going to fuck you right here where anyone can see. Show them you're mine."
I notch the head of my cock at her entrance. Feel how wet she still is from her orgasm. Then I'm pushing inside.
The first thrust is slow, letting her adjust to my size. She's tight. So fucking tight even after coming. Her pussy grips every inch as I sink into her. The stretch makes her gasp. Her back arches as she takes me. Fuck, she feels like heaven. Hot and wet and perfect around my cock.
"Jesus," she moans. Her breath fogs the glass. "You're so fucking big."
I bottom out. My balls pressed against her. Every inch of my cock buried in her pussy. I've been inside women before, but not like this. Not without paying. Not with someone who chose me. Not with someone who belongs to me the way she does now.
I move carefully at first. Pull almost all the way out before sliding back in. But she pushes back against me, wants more.
"Harder," she demands. "I won't break. Fuck me like you mean it."
Christ. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and give her what she wants. Long, deep strokes that have her crying out with each thrust. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy fills the room. Obscene and perfect. Her breath fogs the glass near her mouth in expanding patches.
"That's it," I growl, fucking her harder. "Take my cock. Take every fucking inch."
Five minutes of steady rhythm. My hands move from her hips to her waist to her ribs, feeling every response of her body. Her pussy gets wetter with each thrust. Coating my cock. Dripping down her thighs. The lamp light behind us makes us visible to anyone in the alley who might look up. I'm fucking her against a window where we could be seen by strangers. Where the whole world could witness me claiming what's mine.
"Someone could be watching," I growl in her ear, not slowing my thrusts. "Could be seeing me fuck this tight little pussy. Seeing you take my cock like you were made for it."
