by Tiana Laveen
“That’s because you’ve never had Savage finger you before…” He bit on his lower lip, his gaze piercing through her. Drifting his fingers in and out of her, he started a slow rhythm, but too soon, things escalated. Her body nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the strangest sensation… Gliding and moving his fingertips inside her at an even pace, he pushed upward, rubbing against her G-spot in a come hither motion.
“What are you doing? Shit!” She lunged forward and clutched his shoulder as her eyes welled and her legs shook.
“Bring that orgasm to me, baby. Come here, come here, pussy cat… Yeah, that’s right… bring it on home…”
In a matter of seconds, a gush of juice flowed from her pussy like a dam ripped from the bank of a river. Trembling and calling his name, she lost control of herself as her body seized then fell apart. She collapsed into the seats, the multiple orgasms tearing her apart, each one more intense than the last.
“Oh, God!” Before she could form another thought, he slipped his tongue along the length of her dripping pussy, all the while romancing her G-spot. Then, he shifted attention to her clit, sucking it hard, then releasing… teasing her so.
Hugging her to him, he crisscrossed his strong arms around her back, bringing her flush against him. The plane ride began to get bumpy, but he somehow kept his footing and her steady, placing her against the curved wall with a small window, where they could peek into the clouds at night. The pilot could not be seen through the thick curtain he’d drawn to ensure their privacy.
“Hey, do you have enough gas for another hour?”
“Yes!” the pilot called out. “Are you requesting more time on the craft?”
“Yeah. Loop around if you can and slow down.”
“Got it!”
Loop around? I’m not even supposed to be here! What the hell am I doing with my life? Is this for real? Am I for real? I am fucking this man on a little ass plane? I hate these types of planes! He shot a fucking snake in the damn head and now he’s eating my pussy and giving me G-Spot orgasms and riding me around in limos with expensive wine and strawberries ’nd shit and… fuck!!!
She pressed her eyes closed as he yanked her hand and placed it around his cock…
She could feel the damn thing throbbing against her palm, as though it were a monster with its own mind and desires. The heat of his nature warmed her hand, its thickness and heaviness overwhelmingly beautiful. Running her fingertips against the satiny, veined flesh, she travelled up and down the length, pausing to stroke his soft, thick black pubic hair. Their gazes locked. The intensity in his eyes threatened to make her faint…
His body flush against hers, he kept her steady as he gently stroked her hair.
“You know I’m going to fuck the shit outta you, right?” His words made her rethink her choices, her purpose, her entire existence. He slowly let her down from the wall, then, with his finger in her face and his expression hard, he said, “You keep your sexy ass against that fucking window, ya hear me? Don’t move.”
Taking several steps back, he reached into a small black bag on another row of chairs across the short aisle. Unzipping the sack, he removed a black and gold box of condoms and a bottle of lube, tossing them onto the next seat before zipping the pouch back closed. All the sounds in the place seemed to be amplified, in stereo—the sound of the zipper opening and closing, the vibration of his deep breaths. Everything radiated inside her.
She panted, listening to her exhales and inhales as she watched the big, bullish man tear one of the condom wrappers open with his teeth and sheath himself. Her breath hitched when he marched back to her and wrapped his hand around her neck. He lifted her higher, and much to her surprise, it didn’t hurt.
When he released her throat, she exhaled, slow and easy.
“I like how you sound, how fast your heart is beating. That’s all for me, and I love it…”
He jammed his body against hers and knocked her legs apart with a sway of his knee. She glanced down, taking note of his legs covered in hair, his chiseled chest and abs marked with copious ink detailing serpents, a large spider with glowing eyes, Greek Gods, sinister skulls, old time gangsters with machine guns, lewd naked women, tribal art and the like. When they met eyes once again, his lips were ever so slightly curled.
“You played me…” she uttered, sick of herself.
“You’re a violin. You wanted to be played. Time to pluck ’nd fuck that first chord…”
“Shit!” She hissed when he drove his cock inside her.
“Mmmm…” His voice was so low and guttural, it vibrated through her as if he, the base in his tone, and his dick made up a freight train. “So fucking warm, baby… so tight.”
Slow thumping echoed throughout the cabin as her body jeered up and down the slick, cold window, her ass exposed to the nightly clouds. Wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself, she rocked into his demanding plunges. His dick was like a thick intruder, and it felt so good as it violated her walls…
Barely able to breathe, to talk herself into not loving the painful pleasure of his brutish delivery, she sighed when he yanked her hair and dispensed the sweetest, softest kisses to her collarbones. He trailed his lips lower and she cooed when the warmth of his mouth surrounded her right nipple, supplying heated affection and feeding her desires and needs.
“I was right. You’re a fucking closet freak…” He switched breasts, licking and sucking her tender flesh just right. “You like bein’ talked down to behind closed doors, verbally roughed up… then adored, wined and dined, given flowers, expensive gifts… and finally, fucked out of your gotdamn mind. I know all about your sickness, baby… the weird shit you hide from others so you can appear normal. You ain’t normal. You’re fucked up! Just like me!” She hissed when he slammed into her over and over, moving faster. Rougher. Her pussy cried hard onto his thrusting cock, making a wet mess of them both. Backbones pressed into the wall, bearing down, his weight nearly stealing her breath. Thoughts flashed in her head. What a strange world she’d entered.
It was his world. A dark, depraved and corrupt world. And she wasn’t certain what to expect… which made it all the more tempting to enter if she dared.
He dragged her to face level so they were eye to eye.
“Admit it. You’re hiding, baby… but the truth has been uncovered. You like mind-bending, hanging-from-the-fucking-chandelier sex. You like to whip women into shape on that damn podcast while you get pussy whipped from my big dick behind closed doors, don’t you, Eva?” Her eyes narrowed upon him as she held on tighter, legs wrapped around him and her resolve threatened. “You want me to hit ya in the face with my dick, baby?” He smiled wickedly. “Pull your fucking hair, smack your ass until it’s red and swollen? Play with your juicy pussy all night… and believe me, baby, I could definitely eat that fat pussy of yours all night. You want me to lick up and down the crack of your ass and make you take a pounding you’ll never forget… don’t you, baby?”
“Fuck. You.” She smirked, refusing to give him the pleasure of an admission…
“Let me tell you what I want.” He cocked his head to the side and slammed into her, making her scream and claw at his chest. Her eyes rolled back as he fucked her silly, slamming into her ruthlessly while rivulets of sweat dripped down his face. “I want you to ride my fuckin’ face before the night is through. Let all that fuckin’ pussy juice just cover me from my forehead to my chin like a damn face mask at the spa. I want to eat your fucking ass. I want to watch you choke and gag on my dick, spit running down it and balls, and your fucking mascara smeared all over! I want to fuck you until you go blind, then fuck you again so you can have 20 fuckin’ 20 vision! I want every hole in your body filled with my cum, and I want you to thank me for that shit and beg for more! I’m not afraid to admit who the hell I am.”
“Ahhh!” She came hard against him, but he didn’t let up. Didn’t slow down.
“Tell the truth, you beautiful coward! YOU WANT IT ALL AND THEN S
OME!”
She beamed at his taunting words. The nasty grin on his devastatingly handsome face said it all…
A beautiful whore from Armenia and a fucking criminally minded motorcycle gang member, a legend in his own right, had created this crazy creature that stood before her, tearing her apart and enjoying every horrendous minute of it.
“You’re fucking insane!” she yelled.
He laughed harshly before sliding his teeth against the side of her neck, threatening to bite. She winced when she felt the pinch of his incisors teasing her sensitive flesh.
“I am insane. But I know how to control it, baby…”
“And I am a bonified, incurable freak… but you can only have me for one night. You’re the notch on my belt, not the other way around…”
He pulled away, seemingly amused, perhaps even turned on. That pissed her off. This was her last chance to make things right—to even the playing field. She could not corral him; he was completely untamable. Moving like the speed of light, he zoomed away with her and stood in the aisle, bouncing her up and down on his slick shaft, forcing every thick inch inside of her. Her head whirled. The sloshing noise of her pussy being pushed up and down his rod made her cream all the harder. She could hear everything so clearly again. The plane… their voices… their heartbeats…
“Anybody ever tell you that you kinda look like Robinee Lee?”
“I don’t know who that is.”
He studied her. Gripping her chin, he tugged it down, then up, his brows bunched.
“She’s an actress.” He released her. “Yeah… you two favor. Could easily pass for sisters. Similar bone structure, same complexion, eye shape… I’ve had a crush on her for a while now. I just realized the resemblance. You’ll do as a fantasy come true.” He winked at her then sped up his thrusts. Her jaw dropped when he went impossibly deeper with slow, long, threatening dick strokes. Reaching between their bodies, she ran her hand over her stomach, practically feeling him rearranging her guts. Like a professional thief, he stole a kiss out of nowhere… Landed it perfectly, sensually, and she melted at his touch. So soft, so erotic.
He claimed her lips in a kiss filled with need and in time with his thrusts. Swoon-worthy. Hands down, Savage was the best kisser she’d ever had. There was simply no competition. He was clearly born to do it. He kissed like he was in love, like she was the last woman in the world… no, the only woman in the world that he desired. Jerking her out of the sweetness of the moment, he set her down on her feet and quickly pulled out from her. She felt strangely empty. Hollow.
“Turn around, baby.” Without waiting for her to comply, he gripped her shoulder and spun her in the direction of the pulled curtain. She could hear him breathing behind her, and then she realized their inhales and exhales were in sync. “Get on the floor.” She threw him a glance over her shoulder and swallowed down both her hatred and lust for the fiend. Before she sorted herself out he pushed her down and lowered himself behind her, roughly shoving her arms and legs out, preparing her for his vicious cravings.
“Stop it! You’re being too rough.”
“You wanted a good screw, remember? No emotion. I’m a notch on your fucking belt. That’s what you said, right? I am giving you what the fuck you want.”
She snapped. A certain rage came over her, as if she’d been transformed into a panther out for the kill. The world was spinning as she extended her fingers to scratch and slap the shit out of him, but her entire body froze, throbbing with pain.
“Ouuuch! Ahhh!”
He’d caught her wrist hard, with the type of grip that would destroy you. His strength was like nothing she’d ever felt before—so painful, she was rendered speechless. He quickly released her and rubbed on her wrist, as if trying to massage the pain away.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was trying to block your blow.” Annoyance flashed on his face. “STOP. FIGHTING. THIS.” His tone was stern, yet even, as if he were not the least bit upset—just wanted to make himself clear.
She twisted and reached between them, grabbing his condom-covered cock. It was wet with her juices and still hard as a rock. Desire taking over, she guided him inside her engorged walls, watching as half of his shaft disappeared inside her. She closed her eyes, feeling him as he began to slowly thrust until he was once again balls deep. After a while, he increased his pace. She relished the pressure of his weight as he pressed his broad chest into her back, flattening her on the plane floor. He spread her thighs apart and just then, when he bumped his groin into her ass, making a slapping noise against her wet body, an orgasm took her by surprise. The whacking sound of his big balls hitting her swollen pussy lips overwhelmed her, and now she could hear him panting loud like a beast as he pivoted his hips, ramming her over and over, giving it to her as if she were a mere pinball machine.
His thrusts were harsh and driven as he forced her body to slide up and down the carpet.
“I’m so horny for you, baby! Shit! You drive me crazy. I can’t get a fuckin’ ’nough of you, Eva.”
The tremor of the plane’s engine went through her like an electric current. He reached in front of her and his diamond watch glistened, catching the sparse light. Interlocking their hands, he squeezed her fingers, rested his forehead against her back, and delivered the most deliciously nasty dick plunges she’d ever felt. He twisted and turned, leaned at an angle, and hit deep inside of her in just the right way, as if he knew her body inside and out.
“It feels so fucking good, baby!” she cooed, her mouth forsaking her, just as Allison and Kim had done when they’d practically thrown her at this savage wolf.
“I know it feels good to you, baby… I’m tearin’ this pussy up!” She shuddered as her body went limp. He felt too good to be true. “Your pussy is drenched, all in my name. You love how I touch you, eat you, lick you, kiss you, fuck you…”
“I do!”
“Your body is too beautiful for me not to worship. Your mind too enchanting for me not to fuck. You keep cumming on my cock and guess what? I’m going to make you cum some more. I’m determined to make you feel like no other man has ever made you feel.”
“You’re so deep inside of me, baby… so deep.” She shuddered as she anticipated his next thrust. He didn’t seem to grow tired; he just kept going and going, placing soft, petal kisses along the curve of her spine, awakening her, ushering her into a carnal zone.
He fucks hard like a maniac… Kisses like a dream come true…
She had no idea how much time had passed but the man had the stamina of a lifetime. He was definitely holding out. That was, dare she say it, considerate of him.
Maybe he cares about how I feel? Maybe he truly does want to make this about me?
The thought hit her like a lightning bolt. Maybe she had Savage all wrong.
It wouldn’t be the first time she’d misjudged someone. Perhaps it was time for a new strategy…
CHAPTER TEN
A Change of Heart
…One minute later
“Savage…”
“Yeah, baby…”
She liked how he called her ‘baby’.
“I want you to cum.”
“I’ll do whatever the fuck your body wants me to do. Wherever your pussy and ass go, I’ll follow. If you want to feel me explode deep inside you, then I will do exactly that.” She turned her head to look at him and he leaned over to press his lips to hers. He gently tugged at her lower one before releasing. “Turn over on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I do it. When I cum in you.”
She stayed still as stone as he slid out of her. Seconds later, she was lying on her back with the beautiful beast on top of her while the plane rocked and vibrated beneath their bodies. While gliding himself within her with one hand, he smiled down at her so thoughtfully. It wasn’t a cocky smile, but one that gave the impression he truly cared about her pleasure, and even her pain.
She shook the thought out her mind when he raised her arms above her head and administered
slow thrusts, grinding from left to right, working himself deeper and deeper. Rising onto his palms, he monitored his movements, bumping against her clitoris in slow circular motions. She shuddered and trembled when a hard, treacherous climax took her under. His lips glided softly against hers as he waited patiently for her orgasm to plateau, then pass. She’d lost complete control. He stroked the side of her face, kissed her cheek, and nestled his head in the crook of her neck. Holding tight to him, she could barely believe what she was feeling…
He moved like he was making love. Slow, then fast… deep then shallow… perfectly delivered thrusts as if they were the last two people in the world to slow dance.
“Savage… I mean, Maximus, can I admit something to you?”
“Yeah…”
“I don’t want tonight to end.” She blinked back the emotions. “I like you…” She felt so weak admitting it, but she had to say it. She had to get it out.
“I like you too, baby. Eva, I like the hell outta you…” A grunt escaped his lips and his muscles locked up as he paused mid-stroke. He grasped her chin and glided the tip of his nose against hers, then kissed her with the passion of a thousand lovers. She relaxed beneath him. This felt so right, as if she was supposed to be there.
They melted together like cubes of ice and merged like rivers and streams. Rocking her hips into his short, quickfire thrusts, the man came undone, exploding into a million savage stars—just like he said he would. He jerked against her, the warmth of his cum filling the condom as he pulsed inside her. They lay quiet for a moment, both breathing hard and heavy. After a while, he mumbled something she couldn’t quite understand. He gently glided out of her and rested back on his haunches, panting, glaring down at her. He seemed to have something on his mind, but in an untypical fashion, he quickly looked away when she stared back.
He helped her to her feet, keeping oddly quiet as he tossed the condom in a small plastic sack. He then pointed to a small door behind which were a toilet and sink. Grabbing her purse and clothing, she made her way inside and closed the door behind her to freshen up a bit. She looked herself in the mirror and shook her head.