Monster (Savages 1) - Page 32

And, somehow, I was too wrapped up in my little fantasy to notice he had moved.

As in moved.

Across the floor and right in front of me.

I knew this because I felt his big hands grab the bottom of the tee and haul it roughly upward. My arms were forced up and the material was discarded.

My eyes went up to find his watching my face, a purely masculine satisfied smirk toying at his lips. “See something you like, doll?” he asked, watching as the heat rose in my cheeks.

So, yeah, there was no way he hadn't seen me ogling his naughty bits.

“I... uhm...”

“You like how my cock looks, babe, just wait till you see how it feels buried in that tight pussy of yours.”

Oh lordy.

Okay.

Someone needed to tell my lady bits to chill the fuck out.

I was pretty sure there was like a pre-orgasm fluttering going on.

He hadn't even touched me yet.

“You nervous?” he asked, his head tilted to the side, watching me.

Nervous?

Yeah. You could say that. Though I was pretty sure there had to be a better word to describe the heady cocktail of nervousness/ excitement/ desire/ and crippling terror that was swirling its way through my system right at that moment.

“It's... been a while,” I hedged. Years. It had been years. And I was pretty sure my prior experience barely counted given that nothing had ever felt like I was feeling right that moment. Hot. Physically heated. Despite being bare ass naked. My skin felt flushed, head to toe. But also hot in another way. Like there was a burning deep in my belly. Like if it didn't get extinguished, it would burn me up. And on top of that, the overwhelming need to feel him. To know what his chest hair would feel like against my breasts. What the hard palms of his hands would feel like stroking up my ribs. What his mouth would feel like pressed into my collarbone.

Nothing had ever come close to how I was feeling standing with Breaker. And that was terrifying.

“How long? Months?” he asked, like it was totally normal to have a conversation whilst nude in the middle of his kitchen. Hell, maybe for him it was.

“Years.”

“Years?” he breathed out, shaking his head. “No fuckin' way. Not with you lookin' like you look. Talkin' how you talk. No fuckin' way.”

“Talking how I talk?” I asked, my face scrunching up.

“That fuckin' attitude. That temper. Sets a cock at full mast across a crowded room.”

Well. That was news.

And maybe the nicest compliment I had ever received. In a really pervy kind of way.

“Well... I haven't made time for dating.”

“Ain't talking about dating. Talking about fucking.”

“Whatever. Same difference. I haven't made time for it.”

“We ain't got nothin' but time,” he said, his smile fading a bit, his eyes getting darker.

“I guess.”

“You guess? You know... you ain't exactly helping my ego here.”

“What am I supposed to be swooning and moaning 'take me, take me'?” I asked, exaggerating the last two words to a porn-star worthy throaty groan.

His hand slid between us, quickly thrusting his finger inside me, making me let out a for real throaty groan. “Something like that,” he said, his smirk coming back as his finger worked in and out of me until my legs felt wobbly and my hands slammed down on his chest to steady myself. “Smart fuckin' mouth,” he said, his mouth near my ear as I leaned into him. “And wet fuckin' pussy.”

His finger pulled out of me suddenly and my hand slapped his chest. “No,” I groaned, my hips moving against him shamelessly.

“You want my cock?” he asked, his hand slipping into my hair, pulling it back to look in my eyes.

Oh god.

Yes.

I did.

But did he really need me to admit it?

I felt my head nod, accepting that my pride could take a little beating if it meant the tightening in my core could be relieved.

“Then why don't you get on your knees and show me how much you want it?”

Okay.

There was another of those mini-flutterings between my legs.

Which, if I was in a right mind to examine, would seem weird to me.

But as it was... my mind had one thing it wanted. And if getting it meant that I had to get on my knees for him first, well, so be it.

I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, wetting it, as I slowly lowered myself to the ground.

Alright. So I had only done this like twice before. And it was awful. As you can imagine. Glenn with his half-flaccid penis led to something that felt a lot like lockjaw before he finally pulled me up and pushed me onto my back.

There was something about Breaker's hard, thick cock that I found myself excited to explore. With my hands. My mouth.

So my hand went outward, closing around him and stroking down to the hilt as I leaned forward, lips opening around the head and feeling his velvety hardness slip inside my mouth. My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the beginning of his desire, and I heard his breath hiss out of his mouth. Encouraged, and maybe a bit more than excited, my mouth slid down his length, my hand working him where my lips couldn't, twisting and stroking at the same time until his hand came down, gathering my hair and pulling it backward. He let me work him for another short minute before dragging me back by my hair. I made a sort of objecting sound in my throat that had him chuckling in a deep, rumbling way that made my insides feel fluid.

“Don't worry. I am gonna let you work that sweet mouth on me again. But right now, doll, I need to fuckin' be inside you. I need to feel your cunt squeezing me as you scream my name. And just when you start to come down, I am going to push you right back up. Over and over. Until you can't scream anymore. Until all you can do is choke for breath and let it slam through you.”

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