Keeping Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 2)

I could make her come like this. Fuck, I could come just as easily.

“Quit torturing me, Luke,” she pants, her hands slapping against the fender of my truck.

“But it’s so fucking fun,” I moan, pressing my head against her clit. She’s so wet it slips easily back and forth and I grunt as I feel my balls tighten.

Everything about her is so damn perfect.

“Damn you—”

Her words break off in a cry as I plunge inside her tight little cunt, stretching her as I claim her, not stopping until I’m balls deep. My hands go to her ass, to lift her even more. I groan because that simple action joins us more. I feel like I’m pushing against her womb.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans, her fingernails biting into my back with a force that I can feel—even through my leather cut. “Fuck me,” she begs, her hot breath against the side of my neck, as our bodies begin to move. She tightens her legs around me, allowing me to take all of her weight, knowing she’s safe.

She’ll always be safe with me. I make that vow silently, but it’s one I intend on keeping.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock,” I order, my voice dark and clipped because I’m doing my best not to come like a damn chump. I need to make sure my woman gets off first. Her pussy grips me like an iron fist, a hot, slick impossibly wet fist.

It’s heaven.

She meets every thrust I give, grinding her sweet little cunt to get what she needs. I find myself watching her, unable to look away. Slowly her pleasure-glazed eyes open, and she looks down at me. My heart clenches in my chest and I know that I will die before I ever give this woman up.

“You feel so good, Luke.”

“You can’t leave me, Jasmine.

Her thighs tighten against me, her eyes cloudy. She stops her movements, but I take over, using my hold on her hips to push her against me, as I continue ramming my cock in and out of her, my climax already causing my damn balls to ache.

“Luke,” she hums my name like a damn wish. As if it’s the only thing that can save her—or maybe that’s what it feels like because that’s how she feels to me.

She’s my deliverance, redemption… fuck, anything and everything begins and ends with this woman.

“You can’t leave me, Red,” I growl.

“Damn you,” she says. “Damn you.” Her body trembles and I feel the muscles of her pussy contracting around me. “Damn you,” she says again as her orgasm takes over.

“Kiss me, baby. Kiss your man while I paint your fucking womb with my cum.” I keep pounding into her. “I’m going to come so much it will be leaking out of you for fucking days,” I grunt, right before her mouth slams down on mine and her tongue pushes into my mouth, attacking my own.

We fuck, our kiss just as wild, like the animals that our passion has reduced us to. And I come. I come harder than I ever have in my life. For a minute it even feels like I want to fucking pass out, so great is the pleasure—my hunger for this woman overpowering anything and everything.

We continue kissing even after I’ve filled her completely, our combined juices running along my shaft and down her thighs. I’m still moving in and out of her at a much slower, leisurely pace, coming down slowly and riding out the storm we created.

When we break apart to take air into our lungs, I still kiss at her lips slowly, nipping them, unable to fully let them go.

“Luke—”

“Don’t Red. Not right now. This moment with you is too perfect. Let’s go, we’ll clean up and in the morning I’ll take you to meet Daisy,” I tell her.

She stares at me, her eyes cloudy. The sound of cars going by echoes around us, but we both ignore them. I feel like everything hinges on her next words and I only breathe easier when she finally says them.

“Okay, Luke. Take me home.”

I kiss her again, trying to show her how much her words mean, without speaking, because I don’t think I could tell her.

I’m going to make Jasmine want to stay with me. I didn’t lie to her. I’ll use the way we fuck, the way I make her feel, anything and everything I can do to make her as addicted to me as I am to her.26Grunt“I think there’s something wrong with us,” Jasmine murmurs against my chest sometime later.

We came home, showered together and fell in bed. I made love to her again, going slowly and memorizing every glorious inch of her. She’s been quiet, I know she is still sorting things out and working through it all in her mind. I’m letting her have her space with that, but I’m not giving up having her in my arms.