Page 170 of Savior
Oh, the feeling is mutual, baby! I let out a growl at her desperation, which now has my cock throbbing for her. Grabbing her chin, I twist her face to the side and press my lips to her ear, whispering, “I’m thinking more along the lines of ninety degrees.”
Before she can question me, I pull her towards the foot of the bed, directing her to bend over and grip the footer. She does exactly as she’s told. I stand behind her, grabbing the fabric of her dress as I lift it up her legs. It rustles as she eagerly assists me, bunching it up to hold against her abdomen. Tossing the hem of the long skirt up over her lower back, her perfect, satin covered ass is fully exposed to me, and I can’t help running both of my hands up and down these sexy cheeks, if only for a moment. I’m rather eager to discover just how desperate her need for me right now, really is.
Sliding my two fingers down the cleft of her ass, I push them between her legs, stroking her lips over the satin and relishing the dampness I find. With a little moan, she pushes back on me, eager for more.
“Patience, Kitten.” I remove my hand from between her legs to slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs, mid-thigh. Taking a step back to admire the view, I remove my cock from the confine of the slacks and stroke myself as I stare at her bare ass and already glistening little pussy.
“Spread your legs a bit more, doll. Show me what belongs to me.” I growl, watching her follow my instructions. The elastic band of her panties stretches and digs into the hot flesh of her thick thighs as she parts them wider. “Now grip that sexy fucking ass. Show me what else you’re going to give me… And don’t let go until I fucking say.”
I can tell she does so with apprehension, but again, she obeys, and the sight of her like this, brings me to my fucking knees behind her. With my fist still clenched firmly around my cock, I drag my tongue up the back of her right thigh, the faint scent of her lavender soap still lingers on her skin from her shower earlier. Sinking my teeth into her glorious ass, she lets out a little surprised yelp.
“Shhh… Stay right where you are.” I warn her, releasing my cock. I grab both of her ass cheeks, my thumbs fitting in that sexy crease where her thighs meet her ass, gripping firmly and pushing up as I bring my mouth to her sweet little pussy. I lap at her, feasting on her until she whimpers pleadingly for more.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, baby.” I promise, releasing one of her cheeks to press my fingers against her soaking wet lips, massaging her and slicking them with her arousal before I rub her clit roughly. When her knees nearly buckle, I press my open mouth against her pussy again, and drag my tongue up the cleft of her ass, until I’m pressing it firmly against her tight little hole. She lets out a surprised gasp, then a wanton moan, as I lick her where I know damn well, she’s never been tongue kissed before.
“This is mine, too.” I let her know. She’s so fucking wet, slicking my whole hand with her desperate need, and I’m sure I could get at least a finger or two deep in her, if I want to push her limits tonight. And so far, she’s showing no signs of objection.
“Dean!I need you…”
I fucking need her, too. And it’s ungentlemanly to make a woman beg for too long.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I grip my cock and stand. Smearing the thick bead of precum around my swollen, throbbing head with my thumb, I line up with her entrance. With one slow and deliberate thrust, I sheath myself inside her, groaning at the slick, encompassing heat that envelopes me in a tightness that feels like Heaven. Holding onto her hips, I move slowly within her, giving her body time to adjust to my invasion. Though, she doesn’t seem to need, or want it this time, pushing back on me already, attempting to take me as deep as she can get. I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. It’s my life’s mission now, to give her everything she wants. I grit my teeth as I thrust inside her, listening to the sound of her muffled grunts and whimpers beneath me, to the wetness of our bodies together, and of the rocking bed posts on the hardwood floor as I fuck her.
She’s clutching the wooden bedframe with both hands now, her elbows pointed back at me, the fabric of her dress bunched up and pinned between them against her sides. Her cheek is pressed down on the quilt at the foot of the bed, eyes closed, teeth sinking into that bottom lip as she moans for me. I watch her gorgeous face moving back and forth as I rock her body with every pounding thrust.
“Tell me.” I demand, entering her deeply, rolling my hips and grinding myself against her. Fuck, she feels so damn good!
“I’m yours.” She whimpers. “All yours.”
“Everything… Every inch of you.” I growl, sliding one of my hands up the middle of her back to grip her dark hair in my fist. I clutch her soft curls and continue to pump inside her.
“Yes, everything...” She pants.
“And this?” I slide my other hand from her hip, to the small of her back. Sinking my thumb into the crack of her ass, I press down until I’m softly rubbing it against her tight little hole.
“Oh God…” she almost squeaks out the words, as if she’s afraid I’m going to take her here, now.
I’m not going to do that. She’s not ready for it, yet. Though I do want her to start getting used to the idea of it. I am going to claim every fucking inch of her. She belongs to me. But I’m not going to hurt her to satisfy my own need to stake this claim.
I remove my hand from her ass, letting her hear me spit on my fingers, before I slide them back between her cheeks, pressing two fingers now against her little asshole. Rubbing her, letting her feel my saliva coated touch, I ask her again, “And this, Vanna… does this belong to me as well?” She moans as I press my middle finger against her, just hard enough to feel her muscles begin to loosen and elicit a response from her.
“Oh, God… yes, Dean… everything!”
“That’s my good girl.” I growl, bringing both hands back to her hips now as I grab her and slam her back on me. The footboard jerks back with her, making an audible screech of its own against the hardwood. I’m too wrapped up in her body, literally, to give a single fuck whether or not anyone downstairs heard that. I doubt it, anyway. I chose this room because it’s the farthest from the ballroom we could get, for her sake.
Reaching around the front of her beneath the ruffles of her dress, I hover lower over her back, and slide my other hand to her pussy, slipping my two fingers over her little nub. Rubbing her roughly as I continue to fuck the hell out of her, I can feel her muscles begin to ripple around my cock. That telltale spasm just before she cries out my name, her pussy convulsing around me as she orgasms all over my dick. Her ecstasy is also my undoing, pulling my balls tight. I move my hand to dig my fingers into the flesh of her thigh, my other fist wrapping into her silky hair at the nape of her neck. Making a valiant effort not to sink my teeth too deeply into the back of her exposed shoulder, I attempt to muffle my own release, and come so fucking hard inside her, I’m goddamned dizzy from it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” the words escape me on a ragged breath against her shoulder. I straighten myself a bit behind her, wincing as I slip my cock from within her. She moves as if she’s going to get up, but I plant my palm between her shoulders, pushing her back down on the bed.
“Stay like that. Just like that. Don’t move… I want you to feel me inside you all night… I want those sexy drawers soaked with our come.”
“Jesus, Dean.” she whispers, surprised.
I’m not finished.
I take a step back to tuck myself into my pants, zipping up and refastening my belt as I admire the view once again. A little white pearl is already beginning to drip from her. Evidence of how much I actually did fill her up. I bend to catch it with my finger, pushing it back inside her as I place another kiss on her ass cheek. Tucking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I pull them back up over her perfect ass and press my fingers against the soft satin now covering her hot, slippery little slit.
Stroking her softly, I tell her, “I want you to be able to taste us, when I gag you with these panties later. When I take this sweet, tight ass.”
