Page 112 of Savage Don

Her pussy, or her mouth?

Both look so tempting, tied up before me, completely at my mercy, that my cock is practically twitching from indecision.

But then I remember that I don’t have to make a choice. I can have both, and at the same time, too.

This is no ordinary cross.

It was custom made to fit my wildest desires.

With a devilish smirk, I step forward and slowly start to kiss down Francesca’s throat. Her whole body squirms, pulling against the restraints as I tease her with my tongue.

But there’s no escape.

“You feel so good,” Francesca rasps, just as I nibble down on her collarbone.

I fucking love to hear it.

“Just you wait,” I growl, my cock slipping into the open space between her outstretched legs.

Reaching around to the back of the cross, I feel around until I find what I’m looking for.

The swivel.

A latch tightens it into place, but slowly, and as I direct my kisses down towards Francesca’s tits, I loosen the bolt.

When it’s been unfastened enough, I pull my mouth away from her begging body and turn down on the swivel.

It works like a charm.

In the blink of an eye, the cross is flipped on its head, and Francesca is turned upside down right along with it.

“What the fuck!” she cries, her pussy suddenly in my face.

Perfect.

“Don’t you prefer this angle?” I tease, locking everything back into place.

“Ray, my head…” Francesca rasps. Rivers of blood will be rushing into her skull right now. It will make her orgasm all the more powerful.

But we can’t stay like this forever. It’s time I get to work.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” I order. Taking a gentle bite of her inner thigh, I blindly try to find Francesca’s lips with my cock.

“I’m going to pass out,” Francesca huffs, her voice slowing with each word.

“No. You won’t. Just take a deep breath,” I teach her.

She listens.

But that’s not enough.

“Ray, this is—”

Before she can finish, I find her clit with my tongue.

The gasp that tears through her body is so violent that it makes the whole cross shake. But I don’t have to hold her down to keep her from falling away, so I wrap each hand around one of her trembling thighs and shove my face straight into her cunt.

She’s soaking fucking wet. I’ve never tasted nectar so sweet or so pure. It turns me even more ravenous. My tongue goes rogue as I mercilessly lap up every drop of Francesca’s lust.