Page 12 of Savage King
“No, because you take my goddamn breath away.”
Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips.
I quickly pull off my shirt, and she helps me with my pants, her hands sure and not shaking at all. Her lack of hesitancy is sexy asfuck. Violet is no meek woman.
She was fucking made for me.
“Your ink is impressive,” she says before leaning in to lick her way over my chest.
“Right back at you.”
When we’re both finally fully naked, I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. I lower her to the middle of the bed, where I take my time kissing her hot mouth, and my hands roam, tweak her pierced nipples, and then move lower.
“Fucking love this metal.”
She grins and her hips circle, as if she’s begging for my cock.
“Oh, not yet. I’ll be edging you for a while. I’m going to explore every inch of you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming that safe word.”
“Challenge accepted,” she counters, and I go back to nibbling her lips. I cup her pussy and then pause, my eyes flying to hers.
“Your cunt is pierced, Savage.”
“Clitoral hood,” she corrects me, making me grin. “Sorry, but that’s it for the piercings.”
“You’re better than Christmas,” I counter, and Ihaveto see it, so I pull back to my knees and spread her wide, andfuuuuuck. I swallow hard and let my gaze move up her body, over all that colorful ink, and to her perfect face, those eyes staring right back at me and hair the color of fire spread out on my pillow.
Mine.
Her eyes flit down to my hard cock, and she lifts an eyebrow. “A Prince Albert.”
“Matching metal.” I laugh and dive down, covering her pussy with my mouth, and eat her like a man starved.
“Holy God!”
Her hands fist in my hair, her hips buck up, and I pull back long enough to growl, “Hands on the headboard.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. She reaches above her and grips onto the wooden slats of my bed, white knuckled as I go back to licking, sucking, and biting her beautiful pussy. She’s so fucking wet, and she smells like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
And I stopped dreaming long ago.
I feel her hand in my hair, and I pull away, not touching her at all, and she groans.
“Please.”
“Hands on the fucking headboard. I won’t tell you again.”
She glares at me, but moves her hand back, and I reward her with a light slap over her pussy.
Violet purrs.
“Oh, you like that.” I slap her again, a little harder this time, before I glide my fingertip back and forth over that pierced bundle of nerves. Her hips shimmy, seeking more, but I keep it light as I fist my cock with my other hand and give it a few rough tugs.
I want to fuck hernow.
It’s a need that only she can satiate, but I want to make this last.
I reach up and take her hands away from the bed, kiss them both, and then flip her over, making her yelp in surprise.
