Page 63 of Savage Truce

“Oh, God!” She gasps as she pivots forward. “Wh–”

Her sentence is cut short when I begin to wipe her pussy clean, rubbing her clit gently in the process.

With my mouth by her ear, I grumble, “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she gasps, grabbing hold of my forearm while she tilts her head back.

Dropping the cloth, I continue to gently rub her clit, listening to her breathing and watching her reactions, and as soon as she lets out a soft moan, I increase the pressure.

“Yes,” she whispers, then lifting her arms, she hooks them behind my neck.

Looking down her front, I have a perfect view of her ample swells and hard nipples and suddenly wish I had two extra hands.

As I rub her harder and her hips begin to gyrate, I can’t stand the temptation anymore and grab hold of her right breast while biting and licking my way up the side of her neck.

I knead her swells and tweak her nipple, loving the whimpers and moans spilling from her.

When my cock jerks, ready to join the action, I ask, “I wanted to give you some time to recover, but can you handle me again?”

She nods quickly, then begs, “Can you make me come again? Like earlier. It felt… sooooo gooood,” she moans when I push a finger inside her.

“Let’s find out.” Placing my hand on her lower back, I push Anastasia forward, and as her hands grip the covers and she gets onto the mattress, I grab hold of her hips to stop her from moving too far up the bed. “Stay like this.” Aligning my cock with her entrance, there’s no resistance this time, and I sink into her with a groan. “Fuck yes. You fit me perfectly.”

Widening my stance, I keep a tight hold of her as I begin to set a fast pace. Everytime I drive into her, I yank her ass back, getting drunk all over again from her cheeks slapping against my pelvis and thighs.

As I fuck her harder and harder, Anastasia face-plants into the covers with a loud moan, and I move my hands to the sides of her ass, squeezing her cheeks together. The sight has ecstasy barreling through my body and draining the strength from my legs.

Falling over her back, I place a knee on the bed and continue to hammer into her, a roar tearing from me.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah.” It’s the only sound she can get between thrusts, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she comes.

When her body goes limp, I grab her hips again, keeping her ass in the air for me.

The pleasure doesn’t stop as I slow down, and I keep plunging into her, enjoying how amazing we are together.

“You good?” I finally manage to ask between harsh breaths.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles. “More than good.”

As I pull out, she jerks a few times from being oversensitive.

“Lie down and rest,” I say, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade before I pick up the face cloth.

In the bathroom, I take a moment to clean myself before returning to Anastasia to carefully wipe between her legs.

I go to toss the face cloth in the sink, and heading to the bed, I say, “Let’s get under the covers.”

She has zero strength, and I chuckle as I have to pin her to my body in order to pull the covers back. Lying down with her in my arms, I press a kiss to her mouth.

When she fights sleep, I brush my fingertips over her eyes so she’ll close them. “Nap a little, moya krasavitsa. I’ll wake you before we land.”

I watch as she drifts off, and throwing my left leg over hers, I curl my body around hers.

My thoughts turn to Sokolov, and how the bastard dared to attack my wife, family, and guests. Rage floods my chest as I think about all the ways to kill him.

CHAPTER 20

Rodian