Savage began to move in her again, watching not just the chain on her breast swing; now the clamp he had released was swinging as well. The remaining clamp would tighten unless Seychelle could hold herself still. She became aware of the problem and tried to stay motionless, letting him do the work, but his cock was a monster, thick and long, invading her tight tunnel, the friction merciless.
Her body responded in spite of the wild, out-of-control orgasm she’d just experienced, already coiling hotter and tighter. He could feel her tight muscles gripping him like a fist, trying to milk him, desperate for his seed. He had left the vibrator on between her cheeks, keeping those forbidden nerve endings fired up. He slapped her bottom hard and then raked his fingernails across her cheeks.
Her breath hissed out. Ragged. Rushed. The liquid in her eyes put even more steel in his cock. He thought he might explode between the love and lust rising in him, threatening to overwhelm him. She’d wrapped herself around his heart so fast he hadn’t known what hit him. She gave him everything. He hadn’t yet earned that, but she gave it to him anyway.
His hips surged into hers, a ruthless machine, pounding out his love, his need of her total surrender, of her gift to him. The feeling was indescribable, moving through his body like an incomparable drug, rushing through his veins, a fire that built and built in intensity. Her body reacted, that silken fist tightening, twisting, tonguing and gripping his cock greedily. Her hips began to frantically reach for his, catching his rhythm, pulling back to come in just as hard so they came together in a mad rush of heated, frenzied fucking.
Seychelle’s generous breasts jolted wildly with every frantic thrust, the jewelry swinging in a tangled symphony, causing a fresh flood of liquid to track down her face even as she begged him for more. She chanted his name, pleading mindlessly.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, watching her closely again. That face. So close to ecstasy. He could send her flying, give her body and her mind the need for his cock, for him, for what he could do for her anytime she hurt. She would turn to him automatically and know he would be there for her.
“You, Savage. I need you.”
“You want me to send you flying again, baby? You want that intense rush? So good, only I can give it to you? You ready for that?” He increased his pace. Hard. Sawing deliberately over that sweet spot. Again and again. Watching her face. The need building in her. The desperation.
He yanked the clamp from her left nipple, letting the jewelry fall away as he hit the remote, increasing the vibrator even as he thumped her clit hard. Simultaneously, he gave her the order. The command she always had to associate with him. The pleasure he gave her. “Now, Seychelle. Let go.”
He slammed his swelling cock into her, over and over, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge as the blood rushed back into her nipple. Her body clamped down on his like a vise, strangling him, pumping. Milking. Squeezing. Even as the tears ran down her face. The sensation was somewhere between heaven and hell. There was nothing like loving her. No experience he’d ever had rivaled it.
Her orgasm should have waned, but it seemed to intensify as his hot seed coated the walls of her channel. The scorching fist pumped, while a million hot mouths sucked greedily in unison, determined to squeeze every last drop from him. His entire body seemed to go up in flames. She screamed, the sound definitely one of pleasure, a ragged calling of his name. For a moment they were locked together so tight, Savage knew they belonged. It wasn’t just their bodies. It was something far deeper.
She sagged against him, her head dropping on his shoulder, her body shaking uncontrollably, hot tears flowing into his skin. Her legs wrapped around him as tightly as her arms, as if she was afraid that if she let him go, she’d be lost. Savage turned his head and brushed kisses along her temple.
His legs had turned to rubber, but he held her carefully, murmuring softly to her. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He kissed the side of her face. Sipped at her tears. His breath came in raw, ragged rushes, but he forced himself to pull in air. To take care of her. She was the most important thing in his world.
Seychelle had done every single thing he’d asked. Given him everything. Her complete surrender. She’d taken his hand and the strap, and he hadn’t been gentle. She’d learned her orgasms came from him. She was beyond any partner he had ever imagined. Savage hadn’t known he was capable of feeling tenderness, but she definitely brought that emotion out in him.