Chapter 22

I’m too far goneto care any more.

She’s so wet for me, it’s soaked through my sweatpants, and the thought of her wetness on my dick is pure fucking destruction. The sight of her slick pussy, seated against my cock shatters every complaint before I can summon them up.

I grab the back of her neck, then tip us both out of the armchair and onto the floor in front of the fire. I grab the blanket and shove it under her head while she whimpers, then part her legs and stare at her.

She’s glistening for me.

I kneel and grab the inside of her thighs, pushing them as wide as they will go so I can drink in the sight of her. If this is the only chance I’ll get to make her come, I want to savor it. I want it to be a memory that lasts me for the rest of my fucking life.

My fingers bite into her thighs, and I drag her lower half into my lap, looping my arm underneath her ass and lifting her pussy as high as is comfortable for her.

Those shimmering blue eyes are locked onto me, and she’s panting for me and whimpering.

“Savage,” she moans.

“Just this once,” I say. “Just one time.”

She writhes in my lap, arching her pussy toward my face, and I exhale over her mound. Goosebumps spread up her legs, over her stomach, sweater falling back over her full tan breasts, those nipples puckered for me.

I let out another breath, hovering my mouth over her clit.

She jerks in my arms. “Savage, now.” She balls up a fist and drops it onto the floor.

I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, and she loses it, arching upward to meet me again, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh my God,” she whines.

“Scream as much as you want,” I say, and then I take my tongue and draw it from her entrance up to her clit, spreading her wetness over her pussy.

Hannah screams my name, and the tension that she’s held in her body for years breaks instantly. She’s coming against my face and moaning, before I’ve even had the chance to taste her properly.

“That’s it,” I say. “That’s it, Princess. You’re my good girl. Such a good girl. Come for me again.”

“Savage.” She’s just coming down from her high when I suck her clit into my mouth and circle it with my tongue. She screams again, rocking into me, and I hold there this time. I hold her dead still so I can punish her completely.

If I can’t spend a night without thinking of her, she’s going to spend the rest of her life coming to this memory.

I work her pussy with my tongue, focusing only on her clit, and bringing her into an orgasm only moments after the first. She’s losing her mind for me, completely swollen, dripping, even more perfect than she’s always been.

“It’s too good,” she whispers. “Oh my God, it’s so good.”

I insert two fingers into her warmth, and I nearly come in my pants. It’s soft and smooth. I pound my fingers inside her, opening her up, imagining that it’s my cock inside her rather than my fingers. I close my mouth over her clit again and make her come a third time.

Hannah screams. I moan against her pussy, savoring her taste.

I need more of it.

I lift her and fold her so that she’s all ass and legs in the air, open for me, and then I bring my mouth down on her entrance and pump my tongue inside her relentlessly. I use my thumb to slap and circle her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.

I like this method the best, so I do it again, playing her body and wringing out every last bit of pleasure.

She screams so loud during the fifth time she comes, that she starts losing her voice. My name on her breathless lips is enough for me.

Finally, I release her thighs. I lift her off the floor and lay her down on the sofa, then I cover her lower half with a blanket and walk out of the room, stumbling, almost tripping over the coffee table. I make it to the bedroom before I tug down the waistband of my sweats, grab my dick and start stroking it.

My hips thrust of their own accord, and I stumble again, grabbing at the bathroom door to keep myself upright.

“Savage.” Hannah’s standing in the bathroom doorway, a mess. Cheeks pink. Hair in disarray. Her voice is hoarse just like I fucking promised. “Savage.”

“Get on your knees, Princess.”

She lowers herself onto them, writhing for me, even though her pussy must be raw from how I’ve destroyed it.

I stand over her, working my cock. I pause, open my hand in front of her mouth. “Spit.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and my dick throbs at her willingness to comply.

I smooth my hand over my shaft, my head. “Mouth open,” I say.

Hannah sticks out her tongue, grabbing her breasts through my sweater.

I take a handful of her hair, and tip her head back, pulling tight, losing myself, and then I come all over that pretty little tongue, moaning as she drinks me down.