Savage Love (Wet & Wild 2)

His words burned as he slid into her, causing her to arch into his body.

Her hands gripped the back of the couch and she rocked into him. His hips pounded against hers, and she felt her ass jiggling for him. His balls smacked her clit and it left her speechless. She wanted to cry out. Wanted to chant his name. Wanted to tell him how much she loved this. Adored this. Wanted more of this with him.

But each smack of his balls jolted her legs and dimmed her vision. Each slap of his hips against her ass robbed her of her breath. Each crack of his hand against her ass cheeks made her jump. Made her pussy sopping wet. The sounds they created—that thick wetness that stroked along his skin—buried her. Dragged her under. Swept her away in his current as he marked her.

Branded her.

Sank himself deeper into her.

He was an animal. Grunting and growling as his hand tightened in her hair. He pulled her head back, arching her back so much she thought it would break. She cried out for mercy. Begged for her orgasm. Allowed filthy, lustful obscenities to drop from her lips. Her walls swelled. Her juices dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She bucked wildly into Ash and felt his cock growing thicker. Stronger. Steadier with each stroke.

“So beautiful,” Ash said. “So wonderful.”

Tears rose to Kallie’s eyes at his words as her nails dug into the couch. She felt beautiful. She felt wonderful. She felt wanted against Ash’s body. Her legs began to grow weak as her clit swelled with the assault. His hips snapped harder and her pussy swelled bigger. Pain and pleasure blurred the lines as electricity cascaded throughout her limbs. Fire rushed up the backs of her legs, tingling every atom of her body and setting her hair on edge.

It was all too much. The slapping. The dripping. The jostling and the tightening. Kallie’s pussy fluttered around his cock, and her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as she fell over the edge. She tugged him deeper. Allowed his cock to stroke parts of her no man had ever touched. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and Ash quickly wrapped his arm around her. Held her in his grasp as his hand untangled from her hair.

All of his lean musculature blanketed her body. Her back. Her legs. She panted as white-hot pleasure shot through every fiber of her being. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't comprehend. Had no idea where she was any longer. Her vision dulled and her eyes closed, and she knew she was on the brink of passing out. Ash’s lips fell between her shoulder blades as his cock pumped her full. Filled her with threads of cum that soon shot from between her legs with every pulse he delivered against her walls.

“Come back to me,” Ash said with a whisper.

Kallie’s head fell to the couch, her legs dangling helplessly from her body.

She felt Ash fall to her, pressing her deeper into the back of the couch. His legs were between hers as he slowly slid his cock from her confines. She wanted to reach around for him. To pull him back and make him slide inside her once again. Her body was Jell-O. Her bones evaporated with the heat of their connection.

And then, all fell silent.

Kallie finally found her strength and stood to her feet. She fixed her panties and rolled

her skirt down, checking her shirt for any serious rips or tears.

Her hands were shaking as Ash kissed her forehead, bringing the rest of her back to the present.

“Call me when you get home tonight, so I know you’re safe,” Ash said.

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

Kallie looked up into Ash’s eyes and saw something she didn’t expect to see.

Hurt.

She had hurt Ash, and the thought made her sick.

“I promise,” Kallie said. “I’ll call when I’m home.”

She picked up her things as Ash stuffed himself back into his pants, then he ushered her to the door. Kallie looked back at him, yearning for his touch again. She didn’t want to go to this dinner. Maybe she should donate the necklace with the rest of the things that were being picked up.

No.

Kallie needed to face James.

To tell him once and for all that it was over.

Her stomach was in knots as she went home to clean up. She washed herself down and picked out a different outfit. One that didn’t smell like the man she wanted. She felt sick to her stomach. Weak in her knees. She had no idea what James had in store for her, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. With trembling hands, Kallie picked up her phone and risked a look at it.

She had a text message from James, telling her where to meet and what time.