Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

That apparently was the wrong thing to say.

His hand slides against my neck and he pulls me until our noses are almost touching.

“I’m not just any man, Kayden. I’m your man. I’m the one you chose to give your body to. I know how special that is,” he says.

His eyes are so intense, they seem to burn into me and I know that no matter how old I am, or what happens in my life, that I won’t regret this moment.

“I really should have been all cool and just undressed for you and said let’s get it over with. I’m not weak because I’m a little afraid, you know.”

“Baby Girl, a man would have to be a complete idiot to think you could ever be weak.”

I can tell he means that and the emotion I feel at what sounds like pride in his voice, is hard to explain. It gives me courage like nothing else could.

I pull back, then reach between us and unlatch my bra—letting it fall to the floor. I fight the urge to hide my breasts with my hand. This is it. This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for and even if I didn’t know it at the time, I was waiting for Chains.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Baby,” he murmurs, and I feel my skin heat at the compliment—and at the way he’s staring at my breasts. My nipples harden, tightening even more the longer he stares at them. I look away, feeling so many different emotions that I don’t know how to deal with it. That could have been a mistake, because I’m not prepared when Chains begins kissing down my neck.

“I… That feels good,” I whisper, tilting my head to give him better access. His lips feel soft, his breath heated and when his tongue slips out and touches my skin, I bite my lip to keep from moaning—I still do, but not as loud as I would have.

“You taste so fucking good, Kayden,” Chains whispers against my skin, his voice hoarse, rumbly and it makes me wet and my center spasm in reaction. Chains should definitely come with a warning label.

Caution. Could be addicting.

I feel like I should be doing something, but my mind is too full of thoughts that I can’t grasp, all I can do is feel. Instead, my fingers bite into Chains back, my body shifting restlessly, wanting more but unable to put it into words. It doesn’t matter because he seems to know. His lips move down, leaving a heated trail in their wake. I feel his hand hold one of my breasts and then his tongue dances along the hardened nipple. I gasp in shock, my body going stiff and then he sucks the nipple into his mouth and I moan out as pleasure so intense hits me that my eyes close. I hold onto him, because I have no choice. Suddenly, Chains has become the center of my universe.

I’m so lost in the magic that his lips are creating that I lose track of the way his hand is moving. That is until it slips beneath my panties and spreads the lips of my pussy. I know I’m extremely wet, realize that even my panties are wet and I can feel my juices gathering on his fingers instantly with just the barest touch. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Instead, my legs seem to spread without my knowing and I open myself up even more to him.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my breast. “So eager to please me.”

I don’t argue with him, I do want to please him. I want to do anything I can that will ensure that whatever else happens, Chains doesn’t stop touching me. I don’t want him to stop delivering the pleasure that he is right now.

His finger slides against my clit and my body literally jolts as this hunger, so intense it tears through me, takes over.

“More, Chains. Please,” I whimper, not even recognizing my own voice.

“I got you, Kayden, I got you,” he croons. Then, a second finger joins the first and I close my eyes, imaging his fingers based on the way I feel them. They’re moving in a circular movement, caressing and enticing. My hips begin to move as I ride his hand. I’m so wet now that I can literally hear his fingers move against my pussy and even that doesn’t embarrass me. It makes me want more.

“Touch me, Kayden. Stroke me and see how hard you make your man,” he says and God, it sounds like he’s practically begging. A man like Chains, he doesn’t have to beg for anything and the fact that he’s giving me this, it’s more than a gift. It feels priceless and all nerves are gone as I reach down and take his cock in my hand and begin clumsily pumping it. I’m emboldened when Chains’ hoarse growl of approval rings out and I stroke him faster.