Page 39 of Savage Don

There is very little patience remaining in my body. I’m starving. Yet somehow, I manage to keep from prying open her legs myself. I want her to give herself to me. I need her to give herself to me.

“Master…”

“Open your legs for me, Francesca.”

Slowly, she does as I command. Whether her legs truly give out on her or not hardly matters. I hold her too tightly to let her fall.

I can feel every inch of her as her thighs spread and she reveals her juicy pussy to my fingers.

“Like that?” she asks, her voice tiny and innocent.

“Just like that,” I growl, overcome with lust.

With a barely restrained hunger, I move my hand into place. A different kind of wetness greets me.

Her pussy juices.

Francesca Galli is wet for me. Soaking. And it’s not the shower water.

Through the hazy steam, I find her clit. It’s swollen and begging for my touch. With the tip of my finger, I start to gently lead her to nirvana.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before, kitten?” I ask, keeping her tits caged beneath my forearm.

“No,” Francesca gasps. Every circle I draw with her swollen pink nub makes her heave heavier and squirm harder. But she’s trapped beneath my grip. And when she tries to close her thighs around my hand, I reach my leg around hers and force her back, opening up that pussy even more. “Oh my god…”

“There is no god,” I growl, my own chest thumping as the girl of my dirty dreams writhes, naked, against my throbbing cock. “Only the devil. Only me.”

“Are you going to drag me to hell?” Francesca rasps, her voice falling under the pleasure rising up from between her legs.

“You’re already in hell,” I tell her. “I’m just here to show you how to enjoy it.”

With that, she explodes for me.

A scorching wail erupts from her throat as an ear-splitting orgasm ravishes her body. I hold her tightly as the pleasure shakes her from limb to limb.

It doesn’t take long before the way she squirms up against my cock overwhelms me, too.

“Oh, fuck!” I shout.

The explosion comes all at once. A nuclear blast that rushes out from somewhere deep inside my core. My throbbing cock pumps out stream after stream of hot cum, and it paints Francesca’s still writhing back as we both fight to contain our orgasms.

And then, just like that, it’s over.

I’m emptied, and she’s exhausted.

But my arms are still wrapped around my dirty little dream. Even as she bends over to try and catch her breath, I hold on.

“Are you alright?” I ask, staring down the cum I’ve left glistening on her back.

“Yes, master,” she sighs.

I can’t help the Cheshire grin that crosses my lips.

She’s a fast learner.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, once and for all,” I say. My cock is nearly soft again as I reach down and wrap a hand around Francesca’s throat. Each breath she takes pulses against my palm as I pull her back up.

Then, I step aside and let the hot water wash away the filth I just marked her with. It doesn’t take long for my cum to disappear, sucked down the drain, leaving only a wonderfully nasty memory behind.