Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
My fingers work faster inside her. Her walls clench around them, telling me she's close.
"Your pussy gets so wet for me," I continue, my voice low and dark. "So fucking wet and ready. I love watching you fall apart like this, knowing that I'm the only one who gets to see the Ashby princess begging for cock. You're mine, Savannah. Every perfect inch of you belongs to me now. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until all you can think about is when you'll get my cock again."
"Yes," she moans, her head thrashing from side to side. "I'm yours, Legion. Only yours. Please, I need you inside me now."
I can't deny her any longer. I slide between her legs, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp, her eyes locked on mine as I sink into her completely.
"Fuck," I groan, stilling once I'm fully seated inside her. "So tight. So perfect."
Everything that's happened since I got out of prison flashes through my mind—Savannah's engagement, the beatings, the infection, nearly dying, the club turning its back on me. My life is a complete shit show, but none of it matters as long as Savannah is mine. As long as I can bury myself inside her like this, feel her heart beating against mine, I don't care what else happens.
I lower my head to her breast, taking a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard, then graze it with my teeth, feeling her pussy clench around me in response. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hips begin a slow, deep rhythm.
"Roll over," I tell her, my voice rough with desire, pulling out just long enough for us to switch positions. The cool air hits my cock and I’m desperate to be inside her again.
Savannah is down on all fours, presenting herself to me, her perfect ass raised in invitation. I take a moment to appreciate the view, running my hands over the curve of her hips as I align myself with wet pussy.
I tease her first, sliding the length of my cock between her legs, feeling her tremble with anticipation. Leaning forward, I drape my body over hers, my chest pressed to her back, my lips grazing the nape of her neck. I feel her skin pebble beneath my breath, goosebumps cascading down her spine as she arches into me.
Then I lean back and spread her cheeks with my hands, my thumb brushing over her tight entrance. The thought crosses my mind, to fuck her in the ass—one day, maybe, but not now. Not today.
My focus narrows to the pink pussy between her thighs. I press my cock forward and she backs her ass into it. I enter her moaning, gripping her hips so hard, I make her hiss. But she doesn’t stop me. Just moans, “Fuck me, Legion, do it now.”
I thrust forward, desperate now, needing to be inside her so goddamn bad it's almost painful. The sensation of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock makes me groan—something primal and raw that comes from deep in my chest.
"Fuck yes," I breathe, gripping her hips tighter as I pull back and drive forward again, harder this time.
Savannah meets me thrust for thrust, banging her ass backward into my hips each time I push forward. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the canyon—skin slapping against skin, wet and obscene and perfect.
"Yes," I say, my eyes locked on where we're joined. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy, glistening with her wetness. "Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it."
Her tits rock back and forth with each thrust, swaying beneath her as her fingers grip the blanket so tight her knuckles turn white. Sounds start comin' out of her mouth now that will make me hard just thinkin' about them tomorrow—high, breathy whimpers that turn into moans, then into something closer to screams.
"Harder," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Fuck me harder, Legion."
I give her what she wants, what she's begging for. I pull almost all the way out, then slam back inside her so deep I feel her whole body jolt forward. She cries out, her back arching as she pushes back against me, demanding more.
"That's my girl," I growl, setting a brutal pace now. "Taking my cock so fucking well. You love this, don't you? Love getting fucked like this where anyone could see."
"God, yes," she moans, her voice muffled as she drops her head between her arms. "I love it. I love your cock. I love how you fuck me."
The sight of her like this—the perfect Ashby princess on her hands and knees, taking every inch I give her—sends something dark and possessive through me. This is mine. She is mine. Not Cash's sister, not Marcus's ex-fiancée, not Eleanor's daughter.