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He glides his hand over my ass, gripping tightly with his big palms. “I love this.” I shake it, making it jiggle for him. “Fuck, it’s such a nice peach ass. And it squeezes my dick every time I fuck into you.” He spreads my cheeks, exposing my opening to him. “I can’t wait to get in this tight hole. Fuck you into the mattress.” Sav massages both cheeks, making me grind back against him. Then he runs a thumb over my entrance and I gasp roughly at how good it feels, the sensation foreign but so, so good.
He lets me go and I hear movement behind me. I hear asnick, then feel cool liquid drip down on my hole. Savage slides his fingers down my crease, probably gathering up some lube. The light brush of his fingers against my puckered hole has me moaning his name. He bends down until his lips are right beside my ear and says, “I’m going to take care of you, baby. Let me get you ready for me.”
I feel excitement and arousal bloom in my belly. The last time Sav had his fingers in me, I felt all the pleasure, none of the pain. I want that again.
With one hand, he spreads me and with the other, runs a finger from the top of my crease to my hole. “Ready?” he asks. I nod since words seem to have abandoned me again. I take a deep breath and hold it, anticipating what it will feel like. “Breathe, baby. Relax for me.” I do as he says and melt into the mattress, trusting he won’t hurt me.
The first finger glides in with little effort, Savage’s fingers so lubed that it makes a slick slide almost to the hilt. I let out moan after moan as he fucks me with that digit. The second finger pinches a little, but it heightens my pleasure, and I grind back on his fingers. “Please,” I groan out, begging for more. I don’t know if I’m asking for more fingers, thrusting, or words. I don’t care as long as he gives mesomething.
Savage curls his fingers inside me and presses on my prostate and I mewl like crazy. How does he do that? How does he make me a blubbering mess under him with just the stroke of his fingers? “Yes, Sav. Please. I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
Dark laughter fills my ears, and I groan in pleasure and frustration. He’s not going to shove inside. Probably because he knows I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. The last time we fucked, Savage prepped me for way longer than he has now. He knows what he’s doing. I’m just a greedy cockslut that doesn’t know what’s good for him.
Begrudgingly, I calm myself and trust Savage’s ministrations, trust him to get me ready for his huge cock.
After he’s teased my prostate enough to have me babbling and begging, he scissors his fingers inside me, stretching my hole more. By the time he shoves in that third finger, my hole is loose and I feel no pain from the intrusion. He spreads those fingers apart, and I feel my hole stretching around them. If I’m not ready now, I’ll never be.
He removes his fingers, and I groan at the feeling of emptiness. Behind me, I hear the crinkle of the foil packet and I raise up on my hands and knees, arching my back, pushing my ass out to him. He swats one cheek, then the other, and I whimper at the sensation. Next time, he’ll have to spank me after he stretches me and he can just slide inside me when he’s done.
Savage pulls me back by my hips, rubbing his sheathed cock along my crease, bumping against my hole. I arch more, opening myself to him, giving him permission to fuck me into the mattress like he said.
The first push into me stings, but only for a moment. Then he breaches the tight ring of muscles and from there, it’s a smooth glide until he’s fully seated inside me. “Fuck, yes. You’re so big,” I mumble as I moan.
Luckily for me, Savage isn’t gentle like he was the first time and I welcome it. I want a hard fucking and Savage can give me that. He pulls back, then slams into me, his thighs brushing up against mine. I feel my ass shake and imagine what Savage must see. The round globes swallowing his cock whole, my hole stretched wide around him. I wish I could see his face while he looks at my most secret place.
He grabs my hips harder with rough hands, pulling me back into him as he drives into me. His thumbs at the top of my ass and fingers on my hips are digging in hard enough to leave behind bruises, the slight pain amping up the delicious feeling in my belly. Over and over, he thrusts into me, almost making me lose my balance. My hard cock bounces repeatedly against my belly, leaking precome that practically leaves a puddle under me. The grunts Savage lets out with each thrust almost undo me.
The feeling of him hitting my prostate at the right angle makes me groan loudly. I toss my ass back at him and I hear Savage growl, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. I twist my hips and that earns me two more well-placed swats, making my dick jump and my balls get incredibly tight. Before I can think better of it, I turn around to look at his face, wanting to know what he looks like while he’s pleasuring me so well.
I’m glad I do. Savage looks … magnificent. His face is flushed and his eyes are molten. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, his eyebrows down in concentration. When we lock eyes, his peel wide. I don’t give him time to think, I just position my hands better and move my ass back on him, not wanting him to stop this. I want to see him. Soon, the look of surprise drops from his face, replaced by the look of passion and savagery I thought would crop up while he was fucking me.
He growls again, and I feel it everywhere. “God, Sav,” I moan, still maintaining eye contact and loving how fucking turned on it’s making me. To see his face and all the emotions that cross it while he’s fucking into me is fucking phenomenal. “You’re so big in me. I love how you feel, baby.” Sav gulps thickly, then leans over my body. He puts one hand on the bed and raises the opposite knee, then he fucks me until I can’t remember my name. He rams into me smoothly, every fuck inside me angled to make me come undone. This position putting his face right beside mine, so I grab the back of his head and bring his lips to mine in a blistering kiss. His strokes become slower but still deep. He rolls his hips and I moan into his mouth, feeling his cock drag against my walls in the most delicious way.
I pull my mouth from his and kiss his face, right over his scars. He sighs softly, then groans when I lick his face from chin to cheekbone, where the scars appear the thickest. “You—look—fucking—edible,” I tell him between thrusts, then drop my chest to the mattress, unable to hold my weight up. Face down, ass up, Savage raises up and grabs on, riding me until I’m begging and moaning, feeling the need rise in me quickly and aggressively.
“Bounce that juicy ass on my dick,” Savage growls with a deep groan, grabbing the swells of my ass. “Grip my dick, baby. Pull me in.”
I do as he says, squeezing my muscles to grip his dick, pulling him in with each fuck. “Touch my dick, Sav. Make me come.” I could do it myself, but why miss a chance to have those nice, big hands wrapped around my shaft?
Letting go of my ass, he swats each cheek once more. I barely grit out, “That’s six,” making Savage chuckle.
“You want more?” Savage asks, slowing down, making my orgasm recede from a loud roar to a dull ache.
“To ten?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my base to hold off from shooting my load too early.
“You don’t want my hand to get you off?” Fucking Savage. He knows I want both. But I don’t think he’ll be able to be inside me, spank me,andjerk me off. Fuck it. I let my dick go, allowing my orgasm to rise so I can come while he spanks me.
“Spank me.”
The words aren’t out of my mouth before feeling the fiery slap on my right ass cheek. I cry out, moving my hips back on his cock. “Seven. Fuck, that’s seven.” The blazing swat of number eight has me almost falling forward on the bed, Savage’s strong hand the only thing keeping me upright. He takes that time to drive into me hard and fast, hands digging into me roughly.
Then he pushes my chest down to the bed, ass still in the air, moving inside me with deep strokes. “Two more, baby. You can take my dick and two more, right?” I nod, even though I’m going through sensation overload. He spanks me again, then thrusts into me hard and fast, making me feel one steady stream of pleasure. “Last one. Come for me, Abel.”
That does it. The last swat has me coming, and the thorough strokes he gives me after help me through it. I fall forward on the bed, my dick still kicking, come spurting everywhere. After shoving a pillow under me, Savage puts a hand on the small of my back and fucks me hard, growling and groaning over me. “Abel, your ass is so tight on my dick. I can’t hold back. I’m coming!” he exclaims, thrusting into me three more times before he shoves all the way in, stilling over me as he empties in the condom inside me.
No words. I have no words. That was how I imagined sex with Savage would be—wild, rough, and fucking amazing. God, he was phenomenal. I can’t say it was better than the first time because they were so different, but I know I would like a repeat of that. Soon. Well, I’m sure I’ll be sore from how much rougher he was, but as soon as I’m better.
Savage lies on me, putting some of his weight down and kisses along my neck. I turn my head to the side and he takes my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. I let him nip and lick at me, following his lead. He holds me gently while he claims my mouth and I sigh, feeling safe and warm with him wrapped around me.
