Savage: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Marci Fawn, Isabella Starling Page A

desperate to have his lips on mine, his cock inside me.
    “Please, Memphis,” I beg him in a small voice. “I can’t... I can’t.”
    He gives in and I practically squeal with relief as he climbs on top of me, his body covering mine completely. Yet we’re still not close enough, not even with every inch of our skin touching.
    I moan, pressing my hips against his, grinding on him.
    “I need you closer,” he grunts. “I’m going to fill you.”
    “Yes… please.” My words are barely above a whisper.
    His hands go behind my back, cupping my ass and lifting my body so it melts into his. His lips are on mine next, claiming every bit of my mouth as his. Our tongues race together, trying to taste as much of the other person as humanly possible. Memphis’ cock is pressing against my center, and I whimper when I feel him throb.
    “I need to fuck you,” he tells me, his voice strained. “I need to be inside of you.”
    I nod feverishly, begging him to do just that. He gets on his knees and spreads my legs on either side of the bed, looking down at my pussy. I feel self-conscious as hell, his gaze drinking me in. But I don’t make a move. I let him growl and devour my naked pussy as he grips that hard, thick cock, rubbing a drop of precum from his head down his shaft.
    “Memphis…” I start to say softly, biting my lower lip when he looks up at me.
    The effect this man has on me is insane. Whatever he wants, I’m his.
    “I need to tell you something first,” I finally squeak, and his glazed-over eyes finally tear themselves away from my tits and go up to my eyes.
    “What is it, sugar?”
    His voice is a low caress, and it feels rough but soothing. His hands explore my body, gliding over my hip bones and stopping on my inner thighs, making me gasp out loud.
    “I…” I start to say, my voice breaking off and turning into a low moan when he presses a finger to my pussy. “I’m a virgin…”
    He doesn’t let go of me, which I figured would be his initial reaction. Instead, he growls at me, getting on top of me and placing the tip of his cock at my entrance. My whole world is spinning right now, my eyes glazed over as I wait for him to plunge inside me. There’s a dangerous smirk on his lips and I love it.
    “I know, sugar. But I can’t be gentle,” he tells me in that low, hoarse voice I love so much. “I don’t know how. That last time was as fucking sweet as I get.”
    “It’s… okay,” I breathe, pulling him to my mouth. “Just do it now, Angel.”
    He grunts, and moves his hips a little, his cock pressing against my slit. He’s not inside yet, but I’m already moaning, needing more.
    “You’re so fucking wet,” he tells me. “It’s going to hurt, but I’ll make it feel good. I need to be your first, sugar. Your first and your last.”
    With those words, he plunges inside me and I let out a shocked moan when I feel him ripping something apart inside of me. My body still moves though, and my walls expand and make room for him.
    “Jesus,” Memphis grunts. “Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”
    I can’t even reply. I’m too overwhelmed by this completely new sensation, having him inside me, my pussy expanding and constricting at the same time, like it’s getting ready to swallow his cock.
    I throw my head back in ecstasy and pain combined, my eyes going to his and silently begging for so much more. He was right. I fucking love it.
    He waits in his position for a while, letting me adjust to his generous size. Only after my breath slows down, he starts thrusting inside me. It’s not gentle, just like I knew it wouldn’t be. His strokes are powerful and demanding, but he takes his time and he goes slow, taking mercy on my body.
    What shocks me is that I want, I need him to go faster. I need to feel him filling me up completely.
    “Please, Memphis,” I beg with my mouth running dry. “Go faster… I want more, I need you.”
    He growls my name as his hands leave my ass and go up to my