Page 103 of Savagely Scarred

“Sage. He’s probably sleeping. They’re hours behind.”

“Oh, right.”

“You have more important things to be doing than yelling at Dorian.”

“And what’s that?” I raise an eyebrow.

She walks past me and my gaze follows her. When she gets close to the open doors, she reaches behind her and unties her teal bikini top. Glancing over her shoulder, she lets it fall onto the floor.

“Me.” She winks and continues walking to the infinity pool on the deck.

Groaning, I toss my phone behind me onto the couch and rush to catch up to her. She squeals when I pick her up and jump into the water. I spin her around to face me, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My mouth lands on hers and I walk her backwards until I'm pressing her into the wall.

Her fingers grip my hair when I grind my cock against her clit. She tastes like peanut butter and heaven. I suck on her tongue and rub her breast, flicking her nipple with my thumb. She moans into my mouth and bucks her hips.

Since getting pregnant, her breasts have been extremely sensitive. I’ve been taking advantage of that wonderful bonus every chance I get.

I dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth while pinching the other one. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

“Fuck, Sage.”

She rubs her clit faster up and down my shaft through my shorts. My cock thickens to the point of pain. I switch breasts and pinch the nipple that was just in my mouth.

“You gonna come this way?” I rasp before latching onto her other nipple and flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh my God!” she moans and throws her head back.

Grabbing her hips, I grind against her harder as her orgasm consumes her. She shakes in my hold until her moans cease. I bite her nipple gently before letting go and then kiss along her jaw to her ear.

“Good fucking girl,” I whisper.

Her chest is still heaving when I lift her up and set her on the ledge of the deck. Water runs off me in rivulets as I hoist myself up and out of the pool. Liv lays back with her hands above her head and sighs with a smile on her face.

I look down at her. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She giggles when I help her stand and march her over to the hammock next to the pool. I stand on the other side with my back to the ocean.

“Lean against it,” I command.

She gives me an incredulous look but complies and lowers herself onto it until she’s at about a forty-five-degree angle. I watch the ropes press into her soft skin. Her ass is jutted out behind her, and her pink nipples are poking through the netting. I grab my throbbing cock through my shorts.

“Fuuuuck. Look at you, baby.” I groan and pinch one of her nipples.

She bites her lip and moans. “I think you have a rope fetish.”

“I think I might.”

I grunt and walk around behind her. After I kick off my swim trunks, I smack her ass. She jolts forward and grabs the edge of the hammock. I untie her bottoms and let them fall to her feet. Her toes are barely touching the wooden deck.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I inch my way inside of her.

“Fuck, your pussy is heaven,” I breathe.

I wrap her hair around my fist and lean against her, rocking my hips. She moans with every thrust. And every push swings her back into me.

“Oh fuck. Sage. The ropes feel so good.”

I smirk because I knew the silky ropes of the hammock would rub against her nipples and clit. My gaze flicks to the horizon, the dark blues and purples beginning to fade.