Page 93 of Filthy Savage
THIRTY-SIX
BREW
CarryingSpencer from my bike to the bedroom, I set her down on the floor. Her heels make a noise as they touch the wooden floors. She tilts her head back to look at me, holding my gaze as she watches me in silence.
“You have questions,” I murmur.
“The answers aren’t mine to have.”
I give her a grin. “Gnaw told you the gist of it.”
“What happens to Jasmine now?” she asks.
I shouldn’t say a fucking thing. I should tell her that it’s club business, not hers, but I don’t. Instead, I curl my fingers around the front of her throat. Squeezing her there, I look deep into her eyes.
“I’ll take care of her, Spencer. I fucking vow that shit.”
“Good,” she breathes.
I squeeze her throat a little tighter, my fingers flexing as I look into her eyes. I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers. Releasing my grasp on her neck, my hand slides down the center of her body, her belly, and then between her legs. Her skirt isso goddamn short that I don’t even have to hike it up to slip my hand against her pussy.
“You ever wear this dress without me, I’ll tear it to shreds and then burn it.”
She smiles at me before she lets out a laugh. “Okay, baby.”
“But tonight, you’re going to fuck me in it.”
She lets out a sigh, her body trembling, and then she lifts her hands and grips my shoulders. “Evan,” she whimpers.
Shifting her panties to the side, I slide my fingers through her folds. She’s warm and wet, her body loose from the booze and the fact that it’s four in the morning. One of her hands leaves my shoulder, and I feel her fingers grip the back of my neck.
“Are you going to come like this, beautiful?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips rolling as she searches for her release.
This is what I was missing in my life. This woman who gives herself to me. This woman who is everything—who means everything to me.
This woman.
I fucking love her.
I touch my mouth to hers, then fill her mouth with my tongue to taste her, swirling inside. Tangling my tongue with hers and tasting all of her. I fuck her mouth with my tongue the same way that my fingers stroke her clit.
“Please,” she moans.
I swallow the sound, my fingers continuing to bring her closer toward her release. She’s so fucking close, I can feel her pussy flutter. She’s so goddamn close, and I want to feel her. Making firm circles against her clit, I continue to fuck her mouth.
Then I switch it up and slip two fingers inside of her, groaning at how easily they slide inside. She’s so fucking wet. Soready to take my cock. But I control myself as Spencer rides my hand.
“Come, beautiful.”
I didn’t even have to say it. She was already there, and that’s all I give a fuck about. Her breath hitches, her lips part, and her eyes go wide as she comes. Her tongue slides across her bottom lip, wetting it before she leans forward and touches her mouth to mine.
Her orgasm is all I need to take what I want. Seconds later, my clothes are stripped from my body, the rest of hers are thrown to the ground, and I place her on the bed, her back against the headboard as I bury myself inside of her.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I hold them against her side as I fuck her. My hips pump in and out of her, my eyes never leaving hers as my chin dips and I scan her face. We’re both panting, and her tits sway with each thrust of my hips.
She’s fucking beautiful.