Page 6 of His Savage Sweet

Come. Aye, I wanted to come, so fooking badly.

Once she was up on the table in front of me, her scent hit me all over again and I almost spilled in my trousers.

I ran my hands up her legs, pushing her black skirts and apron up and out of the way as I went, enjoying the feel of her stockings against my palms.

Reaching her bloomers—momentarily disappointed she was wearing them, before I reminded myself she hadn’t come to work tonight to be mauled by a beast like me—I thanked fook they were the older split variety.

Easy access. A swift feast.

I spread her legs farther, inserting my hips between her knees, and pushed aside the well-worn cotton of her bloomers.

Now, despite the mounds of black wool and white petticoats she held out of the way, I could see her cunny, spread there on display all for me.

I growled in appreciation and one of her hands rose to cup her own tits again. I loved the way she threw back her head so I could see the smooth skin of her neck…but I loved even more how I could see the dew slicking her core.

That was for me. She was this wet, just for me.

Sweet holy fook!

How was she as aroused as I was? Did I even care? If I didn’t bury my cock in her in the next minute, I was going to seriously defile my trousers.

I leaned forward, inhaling, running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She shivered, and I swear I saw her cunny spasm.

Aye, she was as hot for me as I was for her.

I damn near came at her sweet smell. I wasn’t ever going to forget that scent, but I didn’t have time to savor it now. I didn’t know what kind of witch she was, to put me under a spell like this, but from the moment I saw her I knew she’d be mine.

I knew they called me “beast” behind my back, and there was reason for that.

With a snarl, I yanked open the buttons on my trousers and pulled out my cock, hissing a little when I felt the thing straighten in the cold air.

And that’s when her eyes went wide and she smiled, and I knew she was going to enjoy this as much as I did.

“The Burning Bush,” she breathed.

I thought perhaps I’d misheard her, or the pounding of my desire in my ears had temporarily deafened me. I froze. “What?”

To my surprise, her smile widened. “The Burning Bush. Page nineteen in A Harlot’s Guide. That’s what this position is called—allegedly because it’ll have us talking to God—and I’ve been waiting years to try it with ye, Wulf.”

How could I ignore that kind of welcome?

She reached for me the same time I stepped closer, and that was all the encouragement I needed.

I pushed into that sweet-smelling, dripping-wet pussy, and stopped breathing. I went perfectly still, just enjoying the feel of her walls around my cock, and wondering why I’d just gotten the most intense feeling of “this is right”.

I probably could have stayed that way a full minute, just letting the pressure build behind my ballocks and at the base of my spine…but she had other ideas.

Now we were locked together, she could stop holding her skirts out of the way. I felt one hand slide between our bodies as the other arm wrapped around my neck, holding me in place.

Her fingers slid against her clitoris as she tightened her legs around mine, and I knew if I didn’t start to move, I’d probably die.

The first time I pulled out and pushed into her again, she mewled lightly in pleasure. The second time she moaned, her lovely green eyes closed and her head thrown back. The third time…she screamed.

Her fingers were carefully working her clit, and I felt a little guilty I wasn’t doing that for her, but I couldn’t make myself stop. The rational part of my brain was asking what kind of woman could possess me this way, make me lose all control. The rest of me was bellowing Fook her until she screams again! and that was the part I wanted to listen to.

I slammed into that dripping cunny again and again, until I could feel her wetness slicked across the front of my trousers and her breathing hot in my ear.

Pressing her down against the large table, she went willingly. Seeing her spread out like that, still fully dressed, sprawled flat for me, made me want to possess her even more. I pulled her arse towards me and held her thighs open while I pounded her.