Savage (Wolf Ranch 4)

I shook my head but smiled.

“What?” he asked.

“I just figured out I’m a dirty girl.”

His eyes widened, and he grinned. “That night at Cody’s? You were a hot little thing. Wild.”

“For you,” I clarified.

“That’s right. You’re a dirty girl for me. Only me. You want to get your butt spanked? I’ll get it nice and pink. As for your ass, don’t worry, we’ll get my dick in you there.”

I gasped, and he dragged the head of his cock through my juices. “Yeah, that idea got you wet.”

It had. I was always wet for him.

I sent up a silent thank God.

“This wet pussy’s mine. When do you get to come, sugar?”

Oh God, please. I wiggled my hips, trying to get that flared head to sink into me. I rocked my hips down, encouraging him to push in. When he didn’t give me what I wanted, I stilled. “When you decide,” I answered obediently.

He rewarded me by pushing in making me cry out. “That’s right. And whose name are you going to scream when you finally do come?” He arced slowly in and out of me, driving me insane with the tease.

“You,” I panted, letting my eyes fall closed. He was so big. So hard. I had no idea how I made it since last night without it inside me. “I mean yours. I’ll scream your name.”

He sank into the hilt, grinding his flesh over my clit. I squirmed to get more friction, take him deeper.

“Yes,” I encouraged, reaching back and gripping his ass, feeling the play of taut muscles as he moved.

He withdrew then punched in again, with a snap, smacking my flesh with his, making a light spanking sound.

“Yes!” I cried out. It was so good. It had never been like this before. Not until Clint. It was as if my body knew it belonged to him. That he was the only one who could make me feel like this.

He grabbed my knees and bent them up, gripping the fronts of my thighs to hold me in place as he fucked with short, quick strokes.

“Okay?” he asked.

I blinked, and he loosened his hold. Through my foggy brain, I realized he was checking on me, making sure he wasn’t being too rough.

“More,” I moaned as my reply.

He grinned ruthlessly and did some magical hip shift which made my eyes roll back in my head.

So. Good.

Unbelievably good.

If this was what pregnancy sex was like, I was going to stay pregnant for the rest of my life.

Except I already knew. It wasn’t the pregnancy. It was the partner. Clint was a god when it came to sex.

The very best.

He jackhammered into me with the short, quick thrusts, and I moaned with pleasure.

And then he pulled out.

“Clint!” I pushed up on my elbows, tears of sexual frustration stabbing my eyes. “You’re killing me. Literally killing me.”

“Is that a fact?” he drawled although it couldn’t be that comfortable for him, either. His erection jutted out, hard as a flag pole and glistening with my arousal. He rolled my knees all the way back to my shoulders, spreading me wide and presenting my sex. He entered me from this position, which was intense right from the beginning.

“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh, oh, oh.”

I was so close. All it would take would be one swipe of my clit, and I’d go off. But now I found myself wanting to play Clint’s game. Not coming until he gave me permission. What did he have planned?

I didn’t even know where he learned to play such a game, and I certainly wanted to stab the eyes out of the woman he’d practiced it with before, but damn. It certainly was fun.

He pulled out again, as I’d suspected he would. Gah! My whole body was aflame now, nipples hardened to diamond points, clit hard and throbbing, pussy pulsing.

Clint rolled me to my belly and pushed my thighs open.

“Is this comfortable for you?”

Damn him for being considerate. “Just fuck me already. I promise I’ll let you know if something’s not working for me.”

“All right, sugar.”

He gave me a light swat on the ass then he parted my buttcheeks. I clenched my anus with a shiver.

His tongue found my back hole, swirling around it. I gasped.

It was so dirty. The feeling was so intense but felt so good. I had no idea.

At least I was clean from the shower. That was all I could think before thought dissolved into total pleasure. Total surrender.

“Clint,” I moaned, agitation building and building in my core.

He lifted his head and slapped my right cheek once more.

“Ohh,” I warbled.

He brought his thumb to my anus and massaged until I loosened the ring of muscles and let him in.

Again—so dirty. So taboo. And yet the pleasure was over-the-top. More intense than vaginal. Definitely weird. But so good.

When he scooped an arm under my waist and lifted me to my knees, it got even hotter. He entered me from behind, his thumb still buried in my ass.