Page 76 of Savage Don

No matter how hard I came in Francesca last night, no matter how much cum I unloaded in her tight little pussy, it’s never enough. My balls are already swollen with more, and my cock only wants to unleash it all in one place.

Inside of Francesca.

Closing my eyes, I can’t help but revisit all that I’ve already done to that body of hers. I’ve fingered her, bit her, painted her with my tongue, fucked her.

My cock twitches below my waist, desperate for more.

But my mind is strong.

Francesca is only part of the plan, even if thoughts of her are beginning to take over my life.

Last night, after I got through with my work, all I could think about was gathering my reward; all I could think about was her.

There was no time to wash off the stains of my dark profession, no time to clean up for the girl who always looks so fresh and pure. My mind was home long before my body was.

And then I saw her there, crouched beneath the stairs in a comfy little nook, studying.

A college girl.

A virgin.

Mine.

And not just because I fucked her.

That kiss. It was almost as good as what followed.

Francesca’s lips were soft like velvet. Her tongue was so wet and eager. The way she held onto my face when she kissed me back made me wild.

This girl could be so much more than she is.

She could be my queen.

It only took that kiss to realize it. The rest was just for fun—well, fun and power.

My cock is still rock hard as I slip out of the shower and dry myself off. My clothes are in another room, but that doesn’t mean I’m done in here yet.

There’s still the matter of Francesca’s birth control pills.

Rummaging through the cabinets, I find them quickly enough. She’s still been taking them religiously.

Well, I’ll put a stop to that.

A small thread of guilt penetrates my chest as I toss them into the toilet, but nothing stops me from flushing them down into the abyss.

This is the plan. This is what she’s here for. This is what I’ve decided on.

It’s what has to happen.

Whatever feelings I’m developing for her will have to grow around the framework I’ve already pledged myself too.

Shit is getting too dangerous now to wander from my path. If I fuck up, I’ll lose more than just my power. I’ll lose my life.

And I’ll lose her, too.

I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.

Butt-naked, I waltz back into the bedroom. Francesca is still sleeping peacefully. Sure, her raven hair is spread out against the sheets, her body is contorted in all different directions, her tits are bruised ever so slightly from where I bit down on them, and there is a trickle of dried blood running down her inner thigh, but she’s still the most pure and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.