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Her eyes flutter closed, but she turns her head to look up at me. If my grip on her throat bothers her, she doesn't say so. Instead, she lifts an arm behind my neck and brings my face down, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss so brutal, so hard, it says everything shehasn’t.
Without breaking away from our kiss, I slip my tongue into her mouth, testing the waters, tasting my girl. I withdraw from her, help her turn so she can face me, her body flat against mine, tits to ribs. I reach down to grab the backs of her thighs and easily lift her. Because where she thinks she’s heavy, she’s my warm-up weight. I’ve been keeping track of her weight and lifting it in different ways for years forthisexact moment, so she'd never feel insecure and ask me to put her down or let her go.
And I’ll be honest - I'm not a good enough man to ever let her go.
Hard again, I adjust my dick and enter her, slowly fucking through the sensitivity, because I’m not ready to stop. I need to keep fucking her. I need to make her come for me as many times as she can.
“Ugh, Parker,” she moans. “You’re so thick.”
I shush her again, keeping my lips on her. “Just take my dick, baby. I’m gonna lay you down and feed it to your sweet little cunt, okay? Don’t do a goddamn thing but be my pretty girl and let me fuck you, Sabrina. I want to feel you strangle my dick again. I just want to make you come, baby. It ain’t about me. You need this.”
I bend on one knee, then the other, pulling her hair from the messy bun on her head, letting it fall around her. I lay her down, putting my weight on her so she knows what “heavy” really is.
“You’re a rotten, manipulative thing, aren’t you, Savage?”
I grin against her lips. “To make you come for me? Absofuckinglutely, baby. I’ll do whatever it takes to feel you milk me.”
Her thighs spread farther apart to accommodate me, and I settle my weight on one forearm, pistoning my hips.
“Did your -oh, fuck- piercings hurt? Oh Savage,” she sighs.
“Yeah, but worth it, aren’t they? To make you gasp my name like that.”
“I can’t think.”
“Just feel me, Baby. Be my pretty girl and take my dick like the good fucking girl I know you are.” I lean down and roll my tongue over her nipple, tugging it between my teeth. The slight salt from her sweat and her flesh, my new favorite flavor. My hand goes between us, and I play with her clit. Her back arches and her nipple goes further into my mouth, like she’s offering herself up.
But I'm the one worshipping at her altar.
Shivers skate down my spine when her arms go around me, and her nails dig into my back. Where I shouldn't feel a thing because of scar tissue, it feels like small sparks of electricity running through me.
Because I feelher.
I take my time, pumping my dick into her in a lazy cadence, learning what I can. What makes her sigh. What makes her breath hitch. What makes her hike her thighs up higher and dig her nails in my back deeper, what makes her sighmy nameso the devils on my back dance. Soon, she rocking back with me, taking me for all I am, exactly how I need her.
And when she cries outmy namelicked a wicked prayer, I swear my demons fall silent, ‘cause nothing in this whole world sounds better than that - like she’s crying out to God for amnesty, but only I can bestow that mercy. It makes me come without wanting to.
I’ll never be thesame again.
For as long as I live, I will always want this high.
This heaven.
This woman.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maksim.
"Need anything before I leave?" Jonny asks, and I barely have time to mute my phone from Sabrina's moans and Parker's praise coming through the speaker.
I was not expecting the alert to come through from my gym, much less to find them beginning their workout and it ending with them on the floor, her crying out for him. It felt like she wanted me to hear it.
I had been rewatching it for the last thirty minutes, going back to my favorite parts, watching her erupt for him like a dormant volcano, hypnotized by the way her back arches and her thighs shake, needing to feel it for myself.
I stand, shove my phone into my pocket, and text Pauly, (my driver when Niko is busy) that I'm ready to go home. What I don't tell him is that I'm ready to leave to go home to my wife, because watching her get fucked makes me want to punish her. I want to defile her with the utmost respect and reclaim every millimeter of her pussy, fill her with my cum and watch it leak out, so I can fill her up again and again andagain.
Pauly doesn’t drive fast enough.
