Savage Savior (Savage People 3)

“Please. Make me feel good. I need to feel it again.”

He lowers his head and his low deep laughter vibrates against my skin.

“I’ve created a monster,” he murmurs into my mouth before his lips crash on mine and he forces his tongue into my mouth, digging deeper, more aggressively with each passing moment. I’m drunk with lust and my hips are chasing his erection everywhere, even though he is trying to dodge my sex.

“Maybe…” my tongue traces his lower lip and I stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

More like definitely. Now that I know how he can make me feel, I never want to leave this bed.

“I’m not going to fuck you, but I’ll give you what you need, baby…but see, I’m a businessman. When I give something, I want something back. Can you pay me back, Little Dolly?”

I’d agree to anything. I’d agree to listen to Nickleback right now, that’s how desperate I am, so long as he doesn’t stop.

“A fair trade is a fair trade,” I pant, probably too eagerly, but I give zero fucks. I’m expecting him to ask me for another blow job, and feel a little deflated after he opens his mouth and tells me in a dry tone, “I have to work from home today, and I need you to pick something up for me.”

I nod frantically and that’s all the confirmation he needs. His left hand comes down to circle my pink nipple while he simultaneously sucks on my collarbone and bucks against me.

“I can feel you soaking my cock through my boxers, baby. Imagine how wet you’ll be when I finally slide into this virgin cunt.”

God, his words. My body burns for him. Only him. Always him, if I’m so lucky. His weight on top of me should make me feel trapped, but I love it. I’ll gladly be his captive.

With each flex of his hips, my breathing becomes more and more labored. We are dry humping like teenagers but it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve done before. He actually fucks me through the thin fabric between us. And oh, God, it’s like he’s reading my mind.

“If you’re on fire for me now…” he says, and I roll my eyes back and feel my muscles tensing, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Then wait till I fuck your brains out. You’ll motherfucking burn, baby.”

“Oh, I’m so close…” I whimper, and his hard, swollen cock is quarter-deep inside me, even through his boxers. And it feels good, despite the slight burn of something thick invading my sex.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Come on daddy’s dick.” He grinds into me one last time and I see stars. I never understood that saying, but I literally squeeze my eyes so tight and come so hard that I see actual stars. The release comes in wave after wave, and I wonder if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms, and if I am, how the hell am I going to feel when he’s finally inside me?

Graham shudders and jerks, and I look up at him, eyebrows scrunched in question.

“You just made me come in my pants like a fucking high school kid.” His voice is low and serious and he’s got that facial expression he sometimes uses when Julio or our housekeeper, Nina, piss him off.

I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh and he smirks and shakes his head.

“There’s a first time for everything, I guess. Huh, Little Dolly?”

After a quick shower, I throw on some cut off jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I’m towel-drying my hair when I walk into Graham’s office downstairs. I’ve never cared much about his whereabouts before, on the contrary, I loved that he was out of the house and not here to distract me, but now I find myself thankful for the fact that he has the option to work from home. I just want to be near him even if we aren’t in the same room. He’s on the phone and doesn’t notice me right away, so I take advantage of the opportunity to watch him in his element. He’s such a fucking boss. He exudes power. His eyebrows knit in concentration and his expression is hard as he listens, seeming impatient, to whatever the person on the other end of the call has to say. He’s wearing a white, crisp dress shirt, unbuttoned, and smart black dress pants, his usual uniform.

Whoever he is speaking to, he ain’t happy.

“Do you want this in fucking sign language? I said I need it.”

There’s a beat of silence. He’s rubbing his palm against his forehead and I’m not sure if he’s listening to the other person on the line or simply trying not to explode into pieces of pure rage.

“I don’t give a fuck what you need to do, make it happen.”

He ends the call without another word and I giggle with my hip cocked, leaning against the door frame. Finally, he looks up and notices me. When he does, his hard expression doesn’t change, and damn if it doesn’t make him even hotter.

“Something funny?”

I saunter over to him, and he rolls his chair back from his desk, making room for me to straddle his lap, so that’s exactly what I do. Park my ass on his muscular thigh and wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his tousled black locks. Short and soft, and cut in a way that leaves no room for doubt that this man is hot, rich and wants people to know it.

“Just seeing you get flustered while trying to handle people. You’re not much of a people person, you know that?”

His hands come around to squeeze and knead my ass.

“I handle you just fine,” he says close to my ear before sucking my earlobe between his teeth. True dat. I fight the urge to squirm in his lap and get to the reason why I’m in here.