Locked (Savage Men 2)

How long does a person need to suffer until he’s forgiven?

Until people will accept him again?

I can’t do it. I can’t keep shunning him like they did.

He doesn’t have to hide. Not from me.

I’m done with feeling sorry for him, feeling sorry for myself.

This is my choice.

I want him to take control. To do what he needs to get it out of him.

To expel the demons, you have to give in to them.

I blow out a breath and lean forward, pulling the rope around his waist. Right before it’s undone, Lock grasps my wrist.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a gruff voice.

I gaze up into his eyes as I say, “What I want.”

His eyes narrow. After a few seconds pass, he releases my wrist.

I take it as a sign to continue, so I do … and the banana leaves fall to the ground, unveiling his semi-hard-on.

The left side of my lips tip up into a smile.

So he was already into it from the start.

He was only trying to stop me from doing something I didn’t want to. But I do … I do want to do this. For his sake and mine.

He needs this. He can’t hide his frustrations from me. He needs to let them out on me.

So I grab his shaft and start rubbing it, up and down, until it grows harder and harder in my hand, and my mouth begins to water at the thought of having him.

I don’t stop, despite how thick it becomes. Pre-cum drips from the tip, and I spread it all across.

He moans softly, the sound arousing me. Making me wet.

I lean in to take a lick.

I don’t know what comes over me, but it’s all I want right now.

To taste him as he tasted me.

My tongue instinctively rolls out and slides all the way up and down his shaft, taking the tip into my mouth. He groans, and his head tilts back as he braces on the chair. His muscles tense up, his body tightening. I grin and focus on sucking the tip, licking it, giving him everything he wants and more.

I want him to feel wanted.

To feel needed.

Maybe it’s the empathy that did me in. Or maybe it’s because I was already lost to him … and we both needed the release.

As I lick him, I begin to play with myself, hiding it underneath the banana leaves.

Still, he notices, as his head tilts back and his eyes wander off between my legs. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he groans again.

I like it when he looks.

“You’re ruining me, Jules …” he murmurs.

“You ruined me first,” I reply, winking.

Screw dinner. I want him to screw me.

I continue kissing and licking him, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue. However, he lets out an exasperated sigh and leans forward, grabbing my face with both hands to kiss me on the forehead. “Jules … don’t.”

I shake my head. “Take me.”

He whispers into my ear, “I can’t stop myself if I start.”

“Then don’t,” I say.

“You don’t know what you’re giving in to …” He breathes on my skin, on my neck, my lips, and my body sends out delicious tingles.

I look up into his eyes and whisper, “Please.”

A soft moan escapes his mouth, but I heard it. I definitely heard it, and it made goose bumps scatter across my skin.

“Don’t beg,” he groans.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t say no to you,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips. I greedily kiss him back, practically hanging on his lips as he pulls them away.

He leans back in the seat, legs spread, hard-on on full display.

He licks his bottom lip again and cocks his head. “Suck.”

My throat clamps as my pussy thumps, but I approach him anyway and slide my mouth over his length. His hand pushes down on my head, forcing me to take it all the way to the base.

I cough, wheezing.

“Give up yet?” he growls as I struggle to breathe.

But I shake my head.

What the hell is wrong with me?

At this point, I don’t know anymore. All I feel is the wetness pooling between my legs and how turned on I am by his dominance.

He releases me from his grip, and I pull up to gasp. But I don’t stop licking, don’t stop spreading my saliva all over him. I love that look on his face … the hunger … the deep, dark lust of a dangerous man.

Right now, I want it all.

I don’t care if it’s wrong or right.

So I wrap my tongue around the tip again and sink down to the base, letting him take over.

He groans, and the salty taste on my tongue increases. It only makes me wetter.

I circle my clit and finger myself right in front of him, not giving a shit about how dirty I am.

“I’m bad, Jules. You don’t want this.”