Page 29 of Savage Salvation

“Yes. You’re such a giving person, never asking for anything in return.”

“Very much so.” I lean forward, feathering a kiss on her mouth. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind one.”

“Of course.” She rolls her eyes, moving to slide off the dresser as I shift in front of her.

“Kinsley. Stay with me.”

Her eyes look away from me—at the door, I imagine—before returning to me. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

“Noted.” But not fully understood. Why won’t she trust me? Although, I’ll be patient until she does. Let her off the hook for tonight since she’s agreeing to stay with me. That’s more than I expected.

Shocking the hell out of me, her fingers come up, fumbling with my jeans before unbuttoning them. Her hand reaches into my pants, gripping my dick in her hand.

Immediately, my body tenses beneath her touch, my hand grasping a handful of her hair. “Don’t tease me, Kinsley.”

“One thing you should know about me by now—I’m anything but a fuckin’ tease.” Her lips curl into the sexiest, devilish smile that I’ve ever seen as her hand continues stroking me. She scoots off the dresser, her feet hitting the floor as she turns us, guiding me until my ass hits the dresser. Her hand leaves my cock long enough to push my jeans and boxer briefs down as I kick them off.

Her fingers wrap around my cock again, her thumb moving over the tip, rubbing the bead of precum around. She’s going to make me come just with her hand on me. Her eyes watching what she’s doing drives me insane in every good way possible. And the smirk on her lips tells me she knows she’s in control. And she is. She could lead me anywhere right now. Dick in hand, or not, I’d gladly follow.

When she lowers her smiling lips to my cock, and her tongue strokes over me, I grip the nape of her neck, holding on tight but letting her set the pace. Her mouth takes me in as I struggle to control myself, fighting the urge to thrust my dick to the back of her throat and nut right away. I need her. Need to feel her. I’ve wanted her, waited for so long. I need more than a minute of this. I need to prolong this as long as possible. Enjoy what she’s giving me, what she’s dragging from me. And figure out how to hold onto this. Onto her.

I manage for as long as I can, my movements becoming more desperate, eager as her hand moves behind me, gripping my ass cheek to pull me deeper into her mouth. When her eyes look up to mine, I thrust one final time, and my body tenses as I spill down her throat. She moves back slightly, her tongue twirling around the tip of my dick. With her hand at the base, she strokes me as her tongue drags down the side of my length before moving back over the tip, taking me into her mouth again. I fucking love watching her smiling lips wrap around my cock.

Returning my hand to the nape of her neck, I guide her up to standing. My mouth crashes to hers, the taste of us on my tongue. I’m going to savor it, her, us, as long as she’ll allow.

22

Kinsley

My face is buried against the pillow as I snuggle more against it. My nude frontside on the soft sheets, my body completely relaxes.

Something soft moves over my shoulder. My eyes open to see Gage dragging his lips along my skin. “That was the sexiest sigh ever.”

“Mm-hmm.” My eyes close, the delirium of sleepiness holding me enough to not think about the fact that his naked body is against me. Or about him being in my mouth an hour ago before we got into bed and I dozed off. “Go to sleep.”

“I can’t.” His palm brushes across my back, hooking on my side and holds me to him.

“I’m not gonna cuddle with you.” I turn my head to face away from him, attempting to get comfortable again. Why would anything about this feel normal? Because it’s not, but between exhaustion and that incredible orgasm, I’m ready for more sleep.

“I think you should try it.” His hand skims down, moving over my ass as his fingers squeeze. “Never know how great something can feel until you try it.”

“Yeah. Like sleep.” But the sleepy fog is slowly clearing as he moves lower, his mouth trailing down my back, his fingers moving between my thighs, brushing over me.

“Or we could not sleep.” When his teeth move to my ass, snipping lightly at my skin, I already know there’s no way I’ll be going to sleep anytime soon.

Only, this isn’t part of the plan—not that the blow job was either—and I sense a shift between us already. But how it’ll shift when we step out of this room is another ordeal altogether. Can I really screw him and walk away in one piece?

His finger slips inside me, slowly driving in then dragging out before he pushes it in again. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” His hand keeps working, deepening the desire that stirs in the pit of my stomach.

My fingers grip the sheets, fighting to steady my voice. “No, I was having a wet dream about someone else.”

His chest quickly moves over my back, his weight pressing against me in a perfect way as his hand picks up the pace. My pussy clenches around his fingers that keep pushing inside me.

“Nice try. But I know your pussy is only drenched for me. Only me.” His mouth drops to my shoulder, his teeth graze over my skin, his rock-hard cock pressed against my hip, his fingers still pumping into me.

“A dildo drenches it too. Makes no difference.” My breath is cut off as his fingers move out of me, his body shifting completely over me as his dick teases my entrance.

“Tell me your pussy isn’t begging for my dick to slip inside you, that you don’t want me to fill you, fuck you, pull another sexy moan from your lips.” His hips rock, the tip of his dick rubbing against me.