Savage Savior (Savage People 3)

“No, but I’m feeling something else.” I swallow. I can’t be quite as direct as I want to be. Not yet. His mouth finds my nipple, still clad in my lacey little night gown, and he grazes his teeth over it teasingly.

“What’re you feeling?” He enquires, and he sounds like the best song I haven’t even heard yet.

“Horny,” I answer honestly. No point in beating around the bush—not that I have one of those anymore.

Graham pulls back to look into my eyes. His gaze flickers down to my plump lips, and before I know it, his head moves down, licking them, corner to corner. My eyes roll back into my head and my mouth drops open in a silent plea.

“Look at me, Dolly. I’m not the kind of guy who asks twice. I’m not even the type of guy who asks once. But I’m asking you now. Are you okay with this? Especially after that fucking pussy put his hands on you? Be sure, because once you say yes, I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop fucking you, and I’m not going to stop making you mine. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that. So, you need to be sure, baby.”

I’m scared out of my mind right now, but it’s not his words that scare me. It’s the thought of ever being without this. The realization that I’m already attached hits me fast and hard, and I know I’ll do anything to keep this feeling. I bring both hands to the back of his neck and snake my fingers through his hair and nod.

“I’m sure. I want this. So bad.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs.

His hands skirt up my thighs, sliding my nightie up over my hips and setting my skin on fire in the process.

“No panties? Such a good girl.” He continues to peel my clothing off, while I grind myself against the growing bulge in his pants. He kisses me long and hard and I feel myself getting closer to coming from this alone.

“You look so innocent, but you’re rubbing yourself on my cock like a whore. You want to be your daddy’s little whore, don’t you?”

His words are so fucking ugly, but so beautiful at the same time. A complete dichotomy, just like us. “I want this,” and “please” are the only decipherable words tumbling from my mouth.

I tug frantically at his shirt, and slide my feet up to the waistband of his pants and kick them off in a frenzy to rid the layers between us. He chuckles at my desperation, but the moment

he feels that thick cock rest between my pussy lips, all signs of humor are gone. I’m using my legs to pull him into me, but he doesn’t budge.

“I can’t be gentle right now, Dolly.” The anguish on his face tells me he’s fighting with himself, and I can’t let him change his mind.

“I don’t want gentle. I just want you. Now fuck me, daddy.”

I’m fucking dripping so at first he slides in relatively easily, but then I feel excruciating pain that makes me suck in a breath. This hurts. Like really hurts. Graham slowly, so slowly rocks into me, inch by inch. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, trying to adjust to his size.

“Let me in, Dolly. Take Daddy’s cock.” He pushes all the way in, and I scream out. His face looks almost as pained as mine. His right hand fists in my hair and the left hand slides down to play with my clit. Soon, the pain lessens and my movements become wild, urgent. Chasing this feeling that only Graham gives me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby. Your pussy is squeezing my dick so hard. I don’t want to stop.”

“Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!”

My words seem to spark something in him and he finally lets go. He pushes my knees to my shoulders and starts pounding me like his life depends on it. God, it’s so deep, but the pain is delicious. With each thrust, I’m closer and closer to exploding. He spreads my knees apart, and his eyes are glued to the spot we’re joined.

“Look at this gorgeous fucking cunt. Look at us, Dolly.”

I rise up on my elbows and there’s something about seeing me spread wide open, wrapped around him that makes it so much hotter. He circles my clit with his thumb and it makes me completely fucking lose it. I throw my head back and scream, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

“Fuck. That’s it, baby. I can feel you milking my cock. And now you’re going to take every fucking drop.” I feel my pussy contracting around him over and over again. Each time he slides out, it seems to suck him right back in, where he belongs.

He drops my legs, and one hand goes back into my hair, gathering it in his fist while he covers my entire body with his. The other hand grabs one of my thighs while he swivels his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit and his balls smacking my ass. Just as I start to come again, he tenses up and growls, “Fuuuuuuck,” before unloading inside me.

We both say nothing as we attempt to catch our breath. He smooths hair off my face, and kisses me with an unexpected tenderness. He starts to pull out, but I hold him in place with my legs. As we both succumb to sleep, I realize my music is still on, and I drift off to the faint lullaby of “Straylight Run” coming from my forgotten headphones on the other side of the bed.

“You would kill for this, just a little bit. Just a little bit.

You would, you would…”

When I wake up, I instantly feel Graham’s absence. And not just the lack his scorching heat and heavy weight on top of me; somehow, I know before opening my eyes that he’s not even home.

My mind automatically starts to think the worst, he got what he wanted and bailed. My virgin ass sucked in bed. He decided that I was a stage five clinger and he isn’t about that life.