Page 103 of Scars Run Deep

That was only the start. She batted my hand away in the next second, then grasped the base, and took me into her mouth.

Excruciatingly slowly, she slid my cock deeper, making me feel every moment of her wet and warm throat swallowing me whole.

Long, deep groans spilled from me and I threw my head back.

Once she’d taken me right down to the goddamn balls, she swallowed.

Over and over.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, darlin’.”

She grinned around her mouthful of my cock.

Then she drew all the way back to the tip, saliva coating my shaft. She swiped her tongue over the tip, swirling in the next moment.

Sharp pleasure sparked as she slicked my piercings then tugged on them with her teeth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes shining up at me with the fucking devil in them.

She reached around, her nails digging into my ass and making me grunt. She used the hold as leverage to thrust deep down her throat, right to the fucking back, where her mind-numbing swallowing began all over again, driving me crazier and crazier by the second.

“Ungh, shit,” I groaned, sinking both hands into her silky hair and fisting all over in a frenzy.

She liked that, me losing my shit, being the cause of this reaction in me.

It had her going feral in the next moment, her tongue swirling like a whirlwind, then fucking her mouth with my cock like a wild thing.

I slapped one hand to the wall behind her to steady myself as bliss wracked my body, my balls drawing tight.

When she slid my cock all the way out to the tip and bit at my piercings, I slammed my fist into the wall with a roar.

“Killian,” she gasped. “Fuck… fuck my mouth. Make me choke on you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, and I fisted my free hand in the back of her hair, then rammed my cock back down her throat.

I was engulfed in a pleasure haze as I fucked her face like a madman, driving in and out rapid-fire, my thrusts brutal, unhinged, and way fucking out of control.

Our gazes clashed in the midst of it and her eyes were shining, hooded. She was getting off on it big time, jerking my ass, wanting it rougher, deeper, more overwhelming.

She wanted to be fucking well consumed by it.

And she had me right there with her.

We might’ve been in an alcove, but it wasn’t private by any means, and I knew my groans and cursing, the sloppy sounds of me treating her to a hardcore throat fuck could be heard just beyond out in the quad.

I didn’t fucking care.

They didn’t matter for shit.

Nothing did, except this.

Her. Us.

Aurora giving me this, letting me take my fill, and loving every depraved moment of it, as she spluttered and choked around my cock, yet still demanding more.

Wanting every fucking thing.

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