Savage Savior (Savage People 3) - Page 12

Quinn starts to struggle, but when I whisper into her ear, she relaxes.

“I thought I told you that you were never to walk home by yourself.” She shakes her head, and her silver eyes that glow like the moon grow wide. “You need to be punished, don’t you, Quinny?” To my surprise, she nods in agreement. That’s all the permission I need. With one hand still covering her face, I use my other one to snatch up her T-shirt and feel between her thighs. No knickers. I shove two fingers into her, roughly, and she moans into my hand. Her eyes roll back.

“You’re liking this too much. It’s my turn.” I quickly unbuckle my belt and free my cock from my pants. I stand above her, and she looks up into my eyes, waiting for instruction.

I tap my cock against her lips, and instantly, she opens for me. Christ, her mouth is heaven. I slide in and out, savoring the feeling. She moans around my dick and takes it all the way to the back of her throat. I pull her hair away from her face and gather it in my fists as I start fucking her mouth. She doesn’t object. In fact, she braces her hands on my thighs and sucks me harder. I fuck her throat faster, harder. Tears stream down her cheeks, but the choking and gagging sounds only spur me on. Her hands move to wrap around the back of my thighs, wanting more. This fucking woman.

I pull myself out of her mouth and throw her face on the couch. “You want my cock, Quinn? Tell me.”

“Yes!” she gasps out, still catching her breath.

I yank up her shirt and smack her ass. She squeals and arches back, pressing her fine ass into me. I line my cock up with her pussy and snap my hips forward, to the hilt. She screams, so I cover her mouth with my palm once again. I’m finally inside Quinn, and it’s even better than I imagined. So warm, so wet, so tight, so right. I could live inside her.

I fuck her brutally, but she meets me thrust for thrust. My own little savage.

“You want more, Quinn? Tell. Me. What. You. Want,” I grind out, punctuating each word with a slam of my hips.

“God, yes, give me more! Make it hurt.”

I pull out and lift her into my arms before laying her on the floor. I spread her legs wide and dip down to lap at her pussy a few times before sliding back into her. My hands grip her narrow hips as I fuck her, but I can’t get deep enough. I’ll never be deep enough inside Quinn for my liking. She reaches down to rub her clit and throws her head back in pleasure. Her slender neck is on display, and I want to bite it. Mark it. Wrap my hands around it. So, I do. I squeeze her neck, and she rubs her clit faster, fucking me from the bottom. I pull her up so she’s sitting on my lap, and I use both hands to grip her neck. Quinn covers my hands with her own as I squeeze harder, loving the way her cunt tightens around me. She’s getting off on this just as much as I am, if not more.

“Come on my cock, Quinn. Now,” I demand. Her pussy clenches over and over, and her eyes roll back into her head, causing me to lose control. I fuck her like an animal. I feel it building, the need to come inside of her stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

I roar out, giving one last jerk of my hips, and release her neck from my grasp as I spill inside her. She slumps against me while I catch my breath.

“Bloody hell, woman,” I say, running my hands up and down the baby-soft skin of her back.

But she doesn’t respond. And her hand falls to her side listlessly.

“Quinn?” I shake her shoulders, but she’s…unconscious. “Quinn!” I lay her on her back, my cock still nestled inside her.

What have I done?

As soon as her back hits the floor, she starts to stir, thank feck, and opens her eyes.

“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she breathes. I must look at her like she grew two heads.

“I could have killed you!” I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my pants. “What the hell did I just do?”

“Carter, stop!” Quinn tugs on my arm. “I’m fine! I’m better than fine. That was an out-of-body experience.” She bites her lip and looks down at the floor, like she’s embarrassed by the fact that she liked it. My softening cock jumps in my slacks at the thought of doing it again, and I hate myself for it.

“I need to get out of here.” I hate myself even more for leaving her like this, but I can’t. I can’t be here. I can’t risk hurting her again.

“Carter, please, don’t ruin this. Stay.”

But I don’t. I’d rather hurt her by leaving now than risk killing her later.

I wake up with my hand wrapped around my neck. I squeeze it, a little too tightly, and my eyes flutter open. Gia is somewhere near my legs, trying to swim her way out of the duvet and lick me in greeting. I blink, my hand sliding from my throat down to my chest and stomach.

I can still feel his finger pads burning the soft flesh of my throat. I can smell his faint scent. A little sweat and a hint of male deodorant. It’s the best smell in the world, because it brings memories of his hard body pressing against me. I almost died when I felt him inside me.

My hand slides down my stomach, lower, disappearing under the covers.

“Carter,” I mouth, not allowing my lips to utter the word aloud. I should get up, take a shower, and start my day, but I want to bathe in this moment a little longer. In his scent. In the memory of our skin slapping, frantic, desperate, hungry.

My finger slides into my folds, curling against my clit, as I start rubbing it in slow circles.

I hate that he’s no doubt beating himself up right now, but I love that he lost control last night. He didn’t want to take me. He did because he had to.

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