Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

With my mind made up and the decision made, I decide to focus on the one thing I can control at the moment and that’s making my man so happy that he might think I’m worth the shit my father might put him through, when we get back.

“Shouldn’t you be on your knees, waiting for your man?” Chains—the cocky bastard—asks. I’d complain, but I like him being cocky, for some unknown reason, it even makes me happy.

“Sit down beside me first,” I tell him.

He doesn’t question me further, he just sits down and I’m so grateful that I turn and kiss him. It’s not a deep kiss, or rather, it wasn’t meant to be. But Chains takes over and the kiss gets heated and sweet, making my entire body shiver in anticipation.

“Have I told you that you really know how to kiss, Chains?”

“Maybe once or twice. I could say the same about you, but that makes me think of all the men you might have kissed before me and then, instead of having your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, I’ll be out hunting motherfuckers I need to kill for trying to touch what’s mine.”

“You’re a little crazy,” I laugh.

“About you, definitely,” he growls.

Maybe it’s a throwaway compliment, something he doesn’t even realize he’s saying, but the words cause my heart to flutter weirdly in my chest. I should probably stop fighting the truth, that Chains has worked his way inside my heart. I don’t know how it happened.

I slide down to my knees in front of him. My nerves are getting the better of me, but I ignore them—or at least try too.

“I’m new at this, so you’ll need to be patient,” I warn him as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft. His cock is so hot that it surprises me. How can something be so warm when it’s been swinging out freestyle? It’s not like this cabin is heated.

Then, all thought leaves me as I stroke him and can feel the power inside of him, as my hand moves over him. He’s hard yet pliable, stiff yet moves in exactly the way I want him too.

“Baby, your hand on my cock is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m a simple man. If you’re giving my dick attention, it’s all good,” he says, his voice coarse and hungry and it moves over me like a physical praise.

This is mine.

Chains is mine. He might be possessive over me, but it’s definitely a two-way street and there’s a freedom in knowing that.

As I stroke him a couple of times, I just watch my hand move. It’s beautiful in the simplicity of it. I should be the one vulnerable, but I’m not. I hold all the power over this strong, alpha male.

I stroke him again, my hand moving slowly but steady and as I reach the tip of his shaft, I twist lightly and squeeze.

“Fuck,” he hisses and my gaze drags away from his cock to see his face. I’m afraid I might have done something wrong, but all I see is pleasure.

This time, as I give an upward stroke, my thumb moves along a large, bulging vein on the underside of his cock. It seems to pulsate with my touch. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but Chains said as long as I was giving him attention and playing with his cock, it was all good. I let that embolden me and I flatten my tongue out and lick along its path, not stopping until I reach his tip. I can taste his precum on the head and I curl my tongue against the source seeking more. My other hand going to rub against his balls, as I find that I want to touch every beautiful inch of him.

“That’s it, Baby,” he praises. “Get my cock nice and wet. Let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours,” he adds.

Jesus, those words alone cause a gush of wetness to coat my thighs. I’m supposed to make him come, but I have no doubts that this could make me come too, the pleasure is that intense.

“Like this?” I whisper, my voice not even recognizable to my own ears.

I hold his cock as steady as I can, considering my hand is shaking, then, I suck just the tip of him in my mouth, and my tongue slides against the head, loving the feel of it. Next, I suck on it, applying pressure almost as fierce as the way I’m holding his shaft. I look up at him to see his reaction. Chains’ eyes are closed, but there’s no denying the pleasure that’s taken over his expression.

Pleasure that I’ve given him.

That thought spurs me on, and I slide my mouth down, taking in more of his cock, working him in my mouth until I can barely breathe. He’s at the back of my throat, but there’s still more of him. I want to take it all, but I’m not sure it’s possible.