Page 100 of Savage Elites

“F-fuck, Willow,” he rasped.

As I continued my unhurried exploration of Leopold’s body, heat gathered in my core and wetness gathered between my folds. I opened up my jaw and lowered my head, so his length slid down my tongue toward the back of my throat.

His pubic hairs tickled my nose, making a smile curve my lips. Holding him around the base, I slid back out and zig-zagged my tongue along the underside of his erection.

Leopold’s legs trembled, and my core throbbed in time with his panting breaths. “S-slow down, or I’ll explode.”

I drew back and admired the glistening organ, which seemed to have grown a little since I’d slid it into my mouth. Gliding my gaze up his thicket of blonde pubes, past his treasure trail, his tightened abs, and prominent pecs, I stared into Leopold’s flushed and excited face.

With a smirk, I said, “I’ve never had a shooting star up close.”

Leopold chuckled. “You’ll be tasting it in a minute.”

I lowered my gaze back to his dick and returned to work, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. With each upward movement, I curled my tongue along his underside, and with each downstroke, I let his tip slide along the roof of my mouth.

Leopold threaded his fingers through my hair as though to keep it off my face. My gaze flicked up to meet his, but he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as though trying to make himself last longer.

Right at that moment, I felt so powerful. Not only had this beautiful, untamed being committed himself to me, but he was willing to share me with his best friends. I hummed my approval through my mouthful of Leopold.

His hands tightened in my hair, and he cried out. “I’m going to—”

Warm jets of bitter fluid filled my mouth, and I swallowed around his pulsing organ to stop myself from gagging. Leopold made gentle thrusts with his hips as he climaxed, and my core pulsed with a longing I could no longer deny.

If Leopold refused to take my virginity, I would smother him with my boobs until he agreed.

The pulsing stopped, and he pulled out of me, dropped down to his knees, and pulled my head down for a deep, toe-curling kiss.

“I’m still hard,” he groaned.

I reached down and gripped his length. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes widened. “Are you sure? I can always—”

“No.” I let go of his erection and reached around my back. “I want you. Now.”

When I unfastened my bra and shouldered it off, his gaze roved over my breasts, and he drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. Leopold leaned forward, his hands outstretched to cup them when his phone rang.

He buried his head between my boobs and murmured, “Not even Kash will interrupt my worship at your Temple of Tits.”

“How do you know it’s him?”

He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Ringtone.

I gave his shoulder a shove. “It might be important.”

His brows drew together. “I’ll put him on speaker.” Leopold scrambled through the pile of clothes and clicked a button on the screen of his smartphone. “Kash, what’s up?”

“S-something’s happened,” whispered Prakash.

“What?”

“I-it’s bad.” His voice sounded choked. “I can’t talk about it on the phone.” He hung up.

We both stared into each others’ eyes for a heartbeat, then scrambled off the bed and gathered our clothes.

“Call Sebastian.” I threw on my shirt and fastened its buttons.

“Right.” Leopold pressed a button, but the call went straight to voicemail. “Shit!”