Free Savage: a Fighter Erotic Romance Novella by Christine Elliott Page B

mouth, and I gladly opened it for him.  One of his hands traveled down to my ass, and I felt him squeeze me tightly.  I melted in his tattooed, muscled arms.  Surely this must be what Heaven feels like.
    After a while, those strong arms pushed me down onto the bed.  I watched him run his hands over my naked skin eagerly.  He cupped my breast and brought his mouth to it, tenderly sucking on the nipple.  His other hand reached down between my legs and began rolling circles into my clit again.  I shut my eyes and threw my head back, taking the feel of it in.
    His mouth moved away from my breast, and my eyes fluttered open as he kissed a trail down my stomach.  He parted my legs again, but I got a mischievous smile on my face.  I raised one leg and playfully kicked him away.
    “Not me, not tonight,” I said with a sultry, seductive look.  “Let me have some fun this time.”  His confused look melted into one of pure, raw lust as he saw me slip off the bed and onto my knees before him.
    “Go ahead, darlin’,” he breathed roughly.  “I’m all yours.”
    I stroked the crotch of his pants lightly with one finger, and his eyes fixed on it, intense and passionate.  When I unzipped him, I made it slow and torturous, delaying what he wanted so much with a flirty, knowing smile. 
    “God,” he growled.  “Don’t you know what you do to me?”
    I found his cock and brought it out, stroking the length of it again slowly, enjoying the sight of his eyes growing wilder and more desperate by the moment.  His cock was massive in my small hands, and I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.  I looked him in the eyes and smiled. 
    “Yes,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to the head of his cock. 
    He groaned and closed his eyes, much to my delight. 
    I parted my lips and took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his skin.  I began bobbing my head lightly up and down on it.  The look on his face drove me wild.  I increased my pace, sucking on him passionately as my hands gripped his hips.  His lips parted as his pants turned into growls.  I could feel his hips begin to buck as he reached the edge.
    I pushed my head forward, sucking his cock deep into my throat, trying to draw the orgasm out of him nice and slow.
    Suddenly, his rough hand pushed me back and off of him.  I tumbled onto my ass.  I frowned and rubbed my sore ass. 
    I smirked.
    “I mean, I know I’m not as experienced as you,” I joked, “but I don’t think I’m that bad.”
    When I looked up into his eyes, they were serious and burning.
    “No,” he growled.  “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.  I want to cum inside you.”
    I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
    “Get on the bed, darlin’,” he growled.  “And open your legs for me.”
    He didn’t even bother undressing fully, still in his dress shirt and pants.  His huge cock hung from the unzipped crotch, still shiny with my spit, as he pulled my legs apart again.  His eyes were on fire, but his rough hand caressed my cheek gently.
    “God, Anna,” he whispered.  “I love you so much.”
    I leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips.  He eagerly met my kiss with his own, his stubble scratching against my soft cheek.  I pulled away and put a finger on his lips, silencing him for a moment.  I gave him a coy smile.
    “Then fuck me like you mean it.”
    Something about that drove him crazy, and I felt him pull my legs apart hard again.   Before I could react, I felt his hips slam into mine, his cock entering and filling me up.  I moaned as he pounded into me again and again, and I fell back onto the bed.  Luke wasn’t going to let me interfere with his fucking me. 
    He was going to fuck me like he meant it, and he was going to make this a night I would never forget.  I would have thought about how sweet that was, but I couldn’t think of much of anything, not with Luke on top of me, fucking me like an animal.
    Luke pounded into me faster.