AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Savage is breathing heavily and groaning, hands on my waist, but letting me take control. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock. Your ass feels so good like this. Bouncing on my dick. Fuck, Abel.Yes.”
Moaning at his words, I pick up speed, pushing down on him roughly. Savage grabs my dick, jerking me in time to how I’m bouncing on him. His big, strong hand wrapped around me and his thick cock inside me is almost too much. I ride him quickly, moaning and blabbering nonsense.
“Fuck me, baby,” I moan, needing him to pound into me so I can come. I need those hard strokes against that magic button inside of me, something that will set me on fire and have my nerve endings tingling.
Letting go of my dick, Savage grips my hips tightly and fucks up into me in firm strokes. I cry out and hold on to the sheets for dear life. I feel my dick slapping against my stomach, but I fear if I grab it, I’ll fall off him and I don’t want Savage to stop what he’s doing to me. I mewl, giving myself up to the immense pleasure I’m feeling. The orgasm that always seems just under the surface when Savage touches me rises higher and higher, but it plateaus and I groan in frustration. I thought the hard fucking would tip me over, but it’s not. I need… something else from Savage.
He senses that. “You need to come, baby?” I nod frantically, still absorbing the hard slams of his dick into me. “Ask me. Ask me and I’ll make you come.”
“Oh, please,” I beg, “Please, can I come?”
Growling, Savage flips us on our sides and pounds into me mercilessly, fingers digging into my soft flesh. The deep strokes and the slide of his dick against my walls and my prostate has my orgasm barreling through me. Every jab of his cock sets my body on fire and I have no choice but to take what he gives me.
My voice is gone. It’s caught in my throat and blood rushes in my ears and my vision blanks as pleasure radiates through my body. I can get nothing out as—untouched—I come so furiously I feel like I black out. My body won’t stop shaking and I can’t seem to get any air in my lungs.
Grunting behind me, my man fucks me hard and deep, taking his pleasure while I’m the throes of my release. With a shout, Savage pulls out of me, snatches the condom off, and his hot come shoots on my back and ass. My hole spasms, closing around nothing, still feeling the aftershocks from the best orgasm of my life.
Savage reaches down and rubs in his come, making a mess of me. Through my dimmed hearing, I think I hear him say “mine,”but I can’t be sure. He turns me to face him, panting, his breath fanning across my face. Opening my eyes, I can only stare at him. I love the post-sex-Savage-look. Cheeks flushed, eyes heavy lidded, lips puffy, face relaxed. He looks like a fucking dream.
His lips tip up and he leans forward for a soft kiss. “That was … fuck Abel. It just gets better and better.” I blush, loving the praise and how free he is to tell me he likes what we do. “Shower with me?” I nod because any way to see Savage naked is right up my alley. “Gotta change the sheets again.” He looks at me sardonically and I snort a laugh.
Not very steady on shaky legs, Savage puts an arm around my waist, laughing as he leads me into the bathroom. Of course, his is way larger than mine. His shower has six waterfall showerheads, while mine only has two but I’m not complaining. My bathroom is fucking amazing. About five Savage sized men can fit in his shower. It has built in benches, which give me loads of ideas for how we can have some fun in here.
He sits me on a chair beside his double sink vanity—why he has a chair in here is anyone’s guess—and undresses. I watch with half-lidded eyes from both arousal and sleepiness. After checking that the temperature of the shower is right, Savage drags me under the water. I sigh, tipping my head back and letting the water run through my curls. They’ll be a bitch to dry, but right now, this feels amazing.
After lathering a washcloth, Savage turns me around and washes the come from my body. I know it’s stupid to be upset by that, but I liked him marking me that way. Making me his, even for a short while.
He must be reading my mind because he says, “I’ll have to do that again. I love seeing my come on you.” I feel the stir in my groin, but after the way I came, I don’t get hard. Which is just as well. I don’t think I can handle another round.
I hum, smiling at the thought. Definitely will have to do that again.
He finishes washing me, then it’s my turn to wash him. I can’t reach everywhere, because he’s so fucking tall, but I do my best. He doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps his hands on my waist, looking down at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes that are no longer cold. He has a small smile tipping his lips up, like me washing him is the best thing he’s ever felt.
After we’re clean, he wraps me, then my hair, in a towel and shuffles me over to the sink. He gives me an unopened toothbrush—which I see he has a few of under his sink—and gives me his toothpaste when he’s finished with it. We brush our teeth, bumping each other every now and then.
After I finish brushing, I drop my towel to look at my butt, wanting to see the love bites he left on me. They’re a dark purple against my light brown skin, making me quiver at the memory of him sucking each one into my skin. They look good. I want them there all the time. I want to always look in the mirror and see one of Savage’s marks on me.
Watching me in the mirror, Sav runs his hands down to my ass and caresses the cheeks. “Your ass is … I’ve never seen an ass so perfect. My perfect bubble butt.” I snort and laugh at him, rubbing the towel over my hair to dry my curls as much as possible.
Savage takes the towel from me and, finding a dry section, folds it over different sections of my hair, catching more water. I’m not sure why, but it feels intimate. Like he’s seeing a part of me that no one else has.
When he feels like he’s got most of the water and my hair is mostly damp, he drops the towel and kisses my nose. “Better?”
“Better. Are we sleeping naked? Since I don’t have underwear to put back on.” I glare at him and he chortles, turning away from me with a shake of his head. “Savage, those were my new favorite pair and I know they must have cost a fortune. You can’t keep ripping my panties.”
He keeps laughing and pulls the blanket off the bed. When it’s just the sheets and he sees they’re not messy, he drops on the bed. Guess we’re sleeping naked. “Will it make you feel better if I buy you more?”
“No, ‘cause then you’ll keep ripping them,” I grumble as I lie down beside him, arms crossed over my chest.
Savage pulls me on top of him, making me squeal and laugh, even though I’m still upset about my underwear. “That’s the point, baby,” he tells me before he brings me down for a kiss that I feel in my toes. His tongue glides over mine dangerously, making me think I might need a round two.
Pulling from my lips, Savage rolls to the side, and I get comfortable, looking at him even as he looks at me. My eyes roam over his face and land on his scars. A question tickles the back of my mind, something I’ve been meaning to ask him. Since I remember, I decide to ask now. “Why don’t you want me to look at you during sex?” I don’t regret the question. I regret making the small smile drop as his face closes off. If he doesn’t want to tell me, that’s fine. I won’t push. I want to know why he feels like he’s not desirable when he’s inside me, when our eyes meet.
Sighing loudly, Savage answers. “His name was Chase. He was the first man I considered dating after the accident. We met through his father, one of my clients, who was grooming Chase to take over for him until Chase decided the life wasn’t for him. He seemed to like the scars when we met. He talked about how badass they made me look.” I roll my eyes. They make him look strong, not badass. Chase is a fucking idiot. “Well, when it came time for us to fuck, he told me he couldn’t look at my scars and keep his dick hard.” I gasp. What the fuck is wrong with that guy? I wish I could find him and fuck him up. How cruel to say that to someone. “Yeah, so after that, any of my hookups happened in the dark or from behind. I didn’t want to turn anyone else off.”
“I’m sorry, Sav,” I whisper. I hate that I keep dredging up painful memories for him. “It’s not true though. I don’t think—”
“I know, Abel. I know you’re not him. But it’ll take me a while before I’m not surprised by it. Give me some time?”
