Page 14 of Saxon

I shove the hem of the dress up around her hips, revealing a tiny black thong. I tug the scrap of fabric down her thighs and let it drop to the floor, shoving her thighs apart.

Less than thirty seconds have elapsed since I set her on her feet.

Before she can so much as whimper again, I've got my mouth around her clit and my tongue working it aggressively. I slide my middle finger inside her, finding her wet and hot and tight as a fucking drum. Another finger, my ring finger, the two of them working her and curling and sliding.

"Oh FUCK! FUCK!" She screams, loud, as her knees give out.

I hook one of her thighs over my shoulder and then the other, withdrawing my fingers from inside her tight wet channel, rising to my feet. I bury my face between her thighs and devour her with all the raging need inside me, feeling a desperation to hear her orgasm, to know I've given her something she'll never fucking forget.

She clutches my shoulders and arches back against the wall, writhing against my mouth, gasping, whimpering, damn near weeping.

Fuck yes.

She's the most responsive woman I've ever fucked, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

Yet.

Goddammit. I'm gonna have to, now, aren't I? Now that I've got a taste of her sweetness, I won't be satisfied till I've had more. All of her. Till I've left her passed out from orgasm overload.

Put that aside, I tell myself.

I leave balancing to her, using my hands to avail myself of her huge beautiful tits. So fucking big, so fucking soft. God damn me, but I've never had a pair like this in my hands.

I lick them, taste them, fondle them, squeeze and caress and roughly handle them. She cries out louder the rougher I am with them.

Fuck, she's perfect.

No other chick I’ve been with has liked my predilection for rough play, but this chick…she eats it up.

I feel her on the edge, shaking, quaking, quivering, hyperventilating.

Thrashing her clit with my tongue, I wait until she's on the cusp, arched and tensed…and then I nip her clit with my teeth and slap her breast, a sharp smack to the nipple.

She screams like a goddamn banshee, like a woman being murdered. She comes and she comes and she comes, and the more I lick and pinch and nip and smack, the more she comes. Again and again, until finally, she snarls her fingers in my hair and violently jerks my face away.

"Stop, fuck, stop! No more, no more."

Reluctantly, I let her down. Her dress is tugged down and shoved up, bunched around her middle. There's nothing I'd like more than to rip the damn thing off of her and glory in her naked curves.

I'm fighting the urge tooth and nail, and I think she can tell.

She collapses backward against the wall, not even trying to right her dress. "Jesus, that was fuckin'…" she gasps, staring at me with glassy, shocked eyes. "Fuckin' wicked. Never in my entire fuckin' life have I come that fuckin' hard." Hahd.

My cock is screaming at me, raging, aching. I could drive nails with the fuckin' thing.

I hear a door, voices. "Fix your dress. Now."

She shimmies her hips to tug the hem down, which has the mind-boggling effect of making her unconstrained tits shake like Jell-O. Fucking beautiful.

So beautiful, so mesmerizing it almost gets me killed.

A gun goes CRACK and something snaps past my ear and ricochets with an angry whine. I draw and fire, twice, gut shots.

Terra remains quiet, dropping to her butt and covering her head with her hands, but doesn't make a sound.

The third gunman ducks back behind the doorway, hesitates, and rolls back out. Amateur. I pop him in the knee and then the right shoulder, and now all three are down, groaning, and bleeding.

I snag Terra's arm, haul her to her feet, and tug her dress up into place—somewhat regretfully, if necessarily. "Come on, darlin', let’s get scarce." I pinch her chin gently between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up. "Swear to Christ, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. Makin' you come was the privilege of a lifetime. Now, take those heels off and run. Follow this corridor and see if you can find a stairwell. Go up, cross the hotel on a random floor, and then go back down and out. Don't talk to anyone. Don't go back for your stuff. Don't go home. Get on a bus and take it anywhere." I pull a wad of cash out of my pocket, a few twenties and some ones.