Free Savage: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Marci Fawn, Isabella Starling Page A

pull one finger out while allowing the other to go deeper, gently, slowly. At the same time, I tease her clit, rubbing it and flicking it as I work my finger in and out of her. She’s moving up and down against the door with each bit of motion, rocked by lust. Her mouth keeps finding mine, demanding for more, and I’m happy to give it.
    “Memphis,” she mutters as she clings to me, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve heard.
    “That’s it,” I tell her, shoving my other finger in her as well. “Say my name.”
    “Memphis!” she whines, her knees buckling, but I don’t let her fall, I don’t let her collapse.
    I keep her right there with my hand in her sweet pussy, fingerfucking her as she chants my name.
    “Say it,” I ground out, kissing her neck, tearing her dress aside to reveal one of her breasts.
    I push down the cup and suck her pink, rosy nipple into my mouth. It puckers immediately. Fuck, I want to bury my cock in that tight, desperately hot pussy so badly, but I won’t. Not today.
    “Memphis!” she screams as I scissor my fingers in her and bite her nipple, my tongue swirling over it.
    I can feel her entire body spasm and rock as the orgasm washes over her like the tide. She’s jerking and shuddering and I keep her there, pinned, safe in my hands. My fingers don’t stop teasing her for a second, working her through her release.
    When she finally collapses, completely spent, I release her nipple from my mouth. Casually, I right her bra and her dress and then move up to kiss her lightly on her lips. I’m grinning like a fool and she’s a tousled, sexy mess looking up at me.
    The fuck is this woman doing to me.
    “Hey,” I echo again, and the smile she gives me this time is damn near radiant.
    “Hey,” Adrienne replies, her voice a sweet sigh.
    “I was beginning to think I made you up,” I tell her, pumping my fingers into her one more time and being rewarded with a groan for it.
    “Why?” she asks, the tiniest hint of confusion flitting over her blissful expression.
    “Angels don’t come around here often,” I say, and she grins.
    Then, I hear footsteps coming up along the hallway and I growl out of frustration. For a moment there, I hope that they’ll pass, but I know they won’t. I pull my fingers out of her and she lurches forward from the sudden loss. Keeping her on her feet, I gently pull her away from the door.
    “We’re not done here, sugar,” I tell her, and then peck her on the lips as I brush her now messed up hair out of her face.
    She jolts away from me the moment the first locks come undone, righting her dress and fussing with her appearance. I just stand there, sporting an impressively painful boner – knowing that she’s going to leave is not doing much to ease my frustration – and watching her.
    Sage opens the door and our eyes meet. I think he’s almost apologetic, but it might also be that he’s hungry. Can never tell with that guy.
    “Come on, time to go, Miss,” he says, and with obvious reluctance, Adrienne nods.
    “Bye, Memphis,” she practically whispers, pausing at the door.
    “This isn’t good bye,” I tell her.
    She gives me a hopeful look and I memorize her, standing there, mussed up and gorgeous. Sage shakes his head and I swear he rolls his eyes slightly as he closes the door and locks it.
    I stalk over to the bed, picking up Adrienne’s discarded panties on my way there, and fall down on it like a bag of rocks.
    I don’t think a lifetime of jerking off is going to get me any less frustrated than I am right now. But her juices on my fingers and the scent of her sweet pussy certainly helps.

Ten

Adrienne
    T hat night , I fall asleep with my heart beating fast and my mind spinning.
    I can’t believe what I just let Memphis do. And I can’t believe just how much I enjoyed it.
    I can’t sleep at all. My mind keeps going back to the moments we spent together, the way he held me, the way he made me come. I’ve never known