Page 82 of Savagely Scarred

My chest heaves while he continues to stroke himself. The muscles in his arm tighten, the veins popping. His lips part on a moan when he twists, more precum erupting from the tip. Sweat glistens on his chest. I follow it down his phoenix tattoo and to his abs, watching them flex. He’s so fucking beautiful.

He taps the phone again. My eyes bulge and my spine locks up, feeling every vertebrae shake. The bliss from both toys is overwhelming and my orgasm builds rapidly, immediately sending me to the edge. Right before I’m about to fall off, everything shuts off again.

“ARRGHH!” I growl with frustration at the same time his eyes roll back, and he comes all over his chest and stomach.

I glare at him while his movements become choppy and his breathing slows. The bastard smirks at me with hooded eyes, high on his orgasm.

“I didn’t believe you,” he says between panting breaths.

Sage rises from the chair and takes his shorts off the rest of the way before using them to wipe the cum off his skin. When he’s finished, he drops them and vaults over the footboard onto the bed. He looms in front of me while tears sting my eyes. My clit continues to throb in protest. It’s just as angry at the loss as I am.

“Do you want to come?” he murmurs in my ear while gripping my hips.

“Yes.”

He nips my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. “Do you deserve it?”

“No,” I breathe, “but I want it.”

He hums against my skin, descending the column of my neck. I moan when he sinks his teeth in above my collarbone.

He lifts his head, his lips grazing mine as he whispers, “How much?”

“So much. Please,” I beg.

Sage lowers his hand and I can feel the rope shifting around my legs. His pupils recede the green, desire consuming them.

“More,” he demands.

“Please, let me come,” I whimper, “I want to come.”

The rope falls and I immediately widen my stance to stretch my legs out. The muscles in my calves and arms are burning. He pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and lets it drop onto the towel under me.

“Noooo! Please!” I yank on the ropes still attached to my arms, trying to get closer to him. A tear rolls down my cheek, and he tracks it before kissing it away.

“I’m not putting that back in.”

“Please,” I plead on a shaky breath.

“If you’re going to come… it’s going to be on my face.”

A half sob bubbles out of me in relief when he lowers himself down my body. He cups my pussy and I flinch against his warm touch. He glides his middle fingers back before plunging them deep inside me. My breath hitches and a soft moan follows. I drop my head, watching him pump his fingers in and out, his palm smacking into my throbbing clit.

“Sage,” I groan and his gaze lifts to meet mine.

His eyes dance with darkness as he lowers his head and drags his tongue across my clit at a tortuous pace. The small cry that leaves my lips is apparently the catalyst to my demise. He sucks my clit into his mouth and then continues to flick his tongue over it, pulling another moan from my chest. His fingers curl and find my g-spot.

“Oh, ffffuuuu—,” my staccato scream echoes throughout the bedroom.

He pounds into that spot mercilessly, pulling my clit back into his mouth. My ears start ringing, but not enough to drown out the vulgar wet sounds coming from between my legs. He doesn’t relent, and the pressure low inside of me builds, my guttural moan ascending into a stuttered scream.

“Fuck—Sage—,”

My entire body trembles as my orgasm rips through me. My cum sprays past his fingers and onto the towel, eliciting a low growl from his chest. He releases my clit to catch what he can with his mouth, not altering the thrusts hitting that spot.

When it becomes too much, I try to pull away but he grabs my ass to hold me against his mouth. I squeal, wishing I could latch onto his hair and pull him off. Finally, he slows his strokes and then retracts his fingers from my pussy. He swirls his tongue around my clit one more time before standing back up.

My release glistens from his chin to his chest. Rivulets mix with his sweat and run down his chiseled body. He runs a hand over his stubble and smirks. I avert my eyes from him, my face flushing with embarrassment. He grips my chin and turns my head back.