Page 13 of Savage King
“No one’s ever just thrown me around,” she mutters, as if to herself, and I brush her hair off her face so I can see her.
“They should,” I reply.
“I’m too heavy for that.”
“Not for me, baby. Grab that headboard again.”
She doesn’t even fucking hesitate, and I can’t resist kissing her muscular shoulders.
She works out. Her body isinsane.
I smooth my hand down her spine and see that the flowers on her arm and shoulder continue down her back, and in the middle, right over her vertebrae are words.
And I’m too damn desperate to get inside her to read them.
Keeping her thighs together, I straddle them and use my thumbs to spread her apart so I can see that perfect, glistening little pussy.
“Wrap it before you tap it,” she says, and I go very still.
I almost forgot.
Fuck me, I never forget. Never once.
She’s driven me out of my goddamn mind.
I make a dive for the end table and pull out the whole box, manage to get one rolled down my length, and nudge the tip into her soaking wet opening.
“Ah shit,” she whispers, trying to boost her ass up for me, and I give one cheek a slap.
“You’re not in charge here, beautiful.”
“Fuck me already.” With a smile, I pull out and lean over to kiss her shoulder.
“Let go of the headboard.”
She pulls her arms down and hugs the pillow.
“Now, I want you to ask me nicely to fuck your little hole, Violet.”
She swallows hard. “Please fuck my little hole, Mateo.”
I’m in love with her. Just like that.
Without thinking twice, I push inside, not stopping until my hips meet her ass, and I don’t pause.
Ifuck.
Hard and fast, making us both groan. I clutch the hair at her nape in my fist, plant my other hand on the bed by her head, and fuck her until the whole bed is rocking, the headboard clattering against the wall.
“I wish you could see how well your pussy swallows me up,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. So goddamn tight and wet for me.”
Her inner muscles tighten and start to ripple around my shaft, and I know she’s close.
But I don’t want her to come yet.
I pull out and grip her hips, tugging her back onto her knees, and plunge inside her again, but this time I can reach around and roll that piercing just above her clit through my fingers, and she tightens even more.
“I can feel it,” she says, and lets her head fall forward, but I fist her hair once again and tug her head up.
