Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I slip my cock out of Savannah's mouth, her lips making a soft pop. She looks up at me with a hunger I've never seen before.
Good. Let her starve for me. Let me fill her up.
I grab her arm, gentle but firm, and help her to her feet. Her skin is slick under my palm, water beading down the curves of her body. I turn her around, pressin’ her front against the tile wall. The water hits my back now, running hot down my spine, steam rising around us.
I lean in, my chest against her back, and kiss the nape of her neck. She shivers. My cock slides between her ass cheeks, not entering her yet, just letting her feel what's coming.
"Spread your legs open for me," I whisper into her mouth as I turn her head to kiss her.
She does, moaning a little into my kiss. As her legs part, I grab her hips and pull her towards me, forcing her to bend a little at the waist and press her hands and cheek against the tiled wall.
I reach down between us, slide a finger against the entrance of her pussy, and find her already wet. And not just from the shower. My fingertips slide around her folds, circling her clit once, twice, before pushing inside her. She gasps, her eyes closed, mouth open in a moan.
"That's it," I murmur, working my fingers in and out of her. "Get nice and ready for me."
She pushes back against my hand, wanting more. I've always loved that about her—how fuckin’ greedy she gets when we're alone. How she'll beg without words, just the movement of her body telling me everything I need to know.
I withdraw my fingers and position my cock at her entrance. With one slow thrust, I push inside her, feeling her stretch around me. We both groan. I pause once I'm fully seated, letting her adjust to the fullness.
"You feel so fuckin’ good," I tell her, my voice rough against her ear. "So tight around me."
"Legion," she breathes, her forehead pressed against the tile. "Please."
I start to move, slow at first, then pick up the pace. My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want her marked. Want her to look in the mirror tomorrow and see evidence of me on her body—the Sharpie across her tits, the bruises on her hips, the beard burn between her thighs.
The shower keeps runnin’, hot water cascading down our bodies as I fuck her from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small space, mixing with our heavy breathing and Savannah's little whimpers every time I hit that spot deep inside her.
"Touch yourself," I command, one hand sliding up to grip her throat lightly. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She reaches down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as I continue to thrust into her. I can feel her getting tighter around me as she works herself.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, my lips against her ear. "Show me how much you want it."
Her breathing gets faster, her movements more desperate. The hand on her throat applies pressure. Just a little. Just a bit. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who's in control.
"You gonna come for me?" I ask, my pace relentless now. "Gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?"
"Yes," she gasps, her body tensing. "Yes, Legion, please—"
"Do it," I growl. "Come for me. Now."
She shatters, her pussy clenching around me in waves as she cries out my name. I keep fucking her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she's trembling and gasping for breath.
Only then do I allow myself to chase my own release, my thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, heat coiling tight in my gut.
"Where do you want it?" I manage to ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Inside," she says without hesitation. "I want to feel you."
That's all it takes. I bury myself deep and let go, groaning as I fill her with my release. My forehead drops to her shoulder, teeth sinking into her flesh as I pulse inside her, my breathing ragged.
For a moment, we stay like that, connected, the water washing over us. I'm still inside her, softening now but not wanting to break the connection. My arms wrap around her waist, holdin’ her against me.
This is mine.
She is mine.
And I'll kill anyone who tries to take her from me again.
I finally slip out of her, turning her around to face me. Water streams down her face, washing away the exhaustion and fear that's been there since I found her tied to that bed. For a moment, she looks like the girl I used to meet at the silo—young and wild and full of life.