Savage (The End 1)

He was hard and the tip already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

She licked her lips and he stepped forward.

Sliding a finger through his pre-cum, he pressed it against her lips. “Lick it.”

Her tongue swiped across his thumb, tasting him.

“One day, you’re going to be on your knees and I’ll fuck this pretty face of yours, filling your mouth with cum.”

Her nipples tightened and he noticed her pressing her thighs together.

“Do you like that? Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” Whenever he was with Lucy and Tree Man, he’d never talk dirty to her, but alone like this, the kid gloves had disappeared.

“Yes.”

“Good. There’s a whole lot of dirty things I want to do to you.”

“Like what?”

“So much, but first …” He stopped speaking, stroking down her arms, going to the curves of her tits, and he pressed them together. “These need some loving.”

He flicked his tongue across each mounded peak, and she gasped.

“So sensitive. Be quiet, remember. We don’t want anyone hearing us.” He flicked each bud, watching her as she stared down at him.

He circled one nipple and teased the other one with his thumb. The one he was licking, he sucked into his mouth, hard, and bit down, soothing it seconds later.

Sasha covered her mouth, trying to stop any sound. He kissed between her tits before sucking, biting, and licking at her other nipple, giving them both his undivided attention.

He’d spent a lot of time thinking about these, imaging them swaying above him as he drove his cock in deep, fucking her hard.

Releasing her tits, he kissed down her stomach, going to his knees.

He forced her to spread her thighs so she had no reason to hide from him.

“Malachi.”

“Trust me, Sasha. Always trust me.”

Stroking up the insides of her thighs, he cupped her ass, squeezing the cheeks before focusing on her sweet pussy.

Fine hairs covered the lips and he stroked his fingers across them, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.

She was so sweet, so tempting, so pretty. So fucking everything, it drove him insane with his need for her.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, he stared at her swollen clit and he was right, she was wet, but not nearly wet enough.

Her virginity was still intact.

After tonight, if they got that far, she would be all his.

He pressed his thumb against her core and teased back and forth, watching her moan.

It wasn’t enough.

Sliding his tongue across her clit, he tasted her, and she was exquisite.

“I need you on the floor,” he said, pulling away from her.

Sasha didn’t question him.

She lowered herself to the floor and he hovered over her.

“I wish this was in a bed,” he whispered.

“I don’t. I’m glad we’re right here, where we’re supposed to be. There’s nowhere else I’d ever want to be, Malachi.”

Kissing down her body, he went back between her thighs and she spread them open. This time, he sucked, licked, and devoured her pussy. He wasn’t in any rush, not really. He knew deep down, the outside world wouldn’t wait for them to ever be ready, but this new world was all about the stolen moments they could take, and he intended to live every bit of stolen time with Sasha to the fullest.

She gasped, pressing her pussy against his face, and he licked at her, pressing his tongue back and forth across her cunt before biting down on her. Her moans and gasps filled the space in the closet, but they were muffled. Glancing up the length of her body, he saw her hand pressed against her mouth, trying to stop the sounds from breaking free.

He could easily have her come, his name on her lips, but he wanted to have her wild, to be begging for his cock.

Reaching up, he cupped her tits, playing with her nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

Malachi wanted to fuck her so badly, but only when she was wet. He wasn’t small, and this was her first time. He wanted her cream dripping from her, and as he licked at her, his face covered in her arousal, he’d know when she was ready.

He brought her to the peak so many times and he didn’t let her find her release. He didn’t want her to come until he was good and ready to let her. Flicking his tongue back and forth, he knew when she was close and when she couldn’t take anymore.

After the third time of withholding her orgasm, he knew she was ready for him, for her release, and for his dick.

This time, as he stroked her clit, he brought her to the peak, and shoved her right on over. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers so he could watch her. She went wild as she tried to contain the sounds she made.

Seeing her orgasm was one of the prettiest sights in the world, and when they finally found their safe haven, he was going to spend a lot of time getting her to this point.