Page 14 of Savage Roses


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Wet, wild, wanton.

Her pussy wet and the T-shirt stuck to her body. Her zigzag curls a wild cloud that frames her beautiful face. And her moans that are openly wanton and needy.

Delphine is a bundle of sexual energy as I bounce her on my cock. I go deep, my arms linked around her hips as I wrench her toward me, impaling her. Each time her pussy clenches a little bit tighter. Silky heat that encases my cock from all angles.

Hot fucking velvet that feels so damn good, I’m forced to grit my teeth to maintain control.

If I don’t, I’ll come right now.

I pride myself on making Delphine come first. Definitely an ego thing that asserts I’m the best lover she’s ever had.

But…fuck!

I growl and rip her off the kitchen counter. She shrieks and clings to me, arms and legs banded around me, my dick still fully inside her. I shut her up with a deep kiss, walking us through the dark for a new spot… somewhere… anywhere I can fuck her and send her over the edge and fast.

It doesn’t help that she continues squeezing me. I retaliate and squeeze her ass cheeks, lifting her off me and setting her down on her feet. I spin her around, smacking her ass as another quick retaliation, and push her down on the sofa. Barely a second’s gone by as I return to her heat, sinking even deeper than before.

We cry out together at the depth of this new angle.

Every cell in my body buzzes. Every muscle strains. Every beat of my heart feels like it’s about to bust out of my chest, echoing in my ears.

So. Fucking. Good.

Delphine moans, her sopping pussy clenched around me, as she stretches her torso out and rests her head on one of the throw pillows.

No more holding back. I withdraw only to slam back into her. She screams and squeezes and sinks her nails into the cushions.

But I don’t stop. Over and over again, I’m stroking into her at a hard and unrelenting pace. I grab her hips and hike them up as high as they’ll go. Another shared groan tears from our throats as I drive into her even deeper.

I tangle my fingers in her curls and force her up onto her hands, grinding against her. “You have no right having a pussy this good,” I grunt, sweaty and breathless. I slap my large palm to her ass, and she mewls at the sudden sting. “Do you know how good you feel? Do you know how fucking tight and wet you feel squeezing my cock?”

She’s shaking her head. Shaking her head because she’s so overcome, she can’t answer me.

A beautifully erotic sight before me, even in the shadows of the room—Delphine on her hands and knees, the silhouette of her curves unmistakable as I drill into her body with savage thrusts. Her soft skin slick with perspiration under my fingers, her pussy so gushy and wet, she’s close.

I flip her over and shove her legs far apart, a beat of madness pulsing through me.

She makes me like this. She drives me insane. She has no idea how much she means—twelve damn years I waited, watched, wanted her.

Not once over those twelve fucking years did I ever stop wanting her.

Only her.

Delphine’s whole body arches as I bury my face in her pussy. She melts in my mouth. Her sweet, wet pussy quivers as my tongue flicks and teases, and I suck on her clit and finish her off. Within seconds, she’s coming.

“Jon… oh… OH!” she cries. She sounds like she’s in pain, but it’s really the pinnacle of pleasure—pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

I’m desperate to join her. She’s still coming when I’m positioning myself between her thighs and slipping inside. I cover her body with mine and take her lips in another passionate kiss. With no patience left, my strokes gather speed and power immediately. I fuck her until my climax takes over, and I finally let go.

I come with a deep grunt and spasmodic jerks of my hips. Seconds of endless, spine-tingling, dick-twitching, muscle-relaxing pleasure that leaves me almost drunk. I’m unable to move beyond settling behind Delphine. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tighter against me on the limited space of the sofa cushions.

It’s only once the aftereffects of our orgasms wear off that I remember the storm—the rain’s still bucketing down and the wind’s still whistling and blowing shit over.

I tighten my arms around her. “This has been a strange night.”

She nods. “Hopefully the power comes back on soon. We should head up. I have candles we can light.”

“Phi,” I say, grabbing her elbow as she moves to get up. “About earlier. You reminding me what I said about us sticking together. I teased the hell out of you. But I did mean it.”

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