Page 104 of Scars Run Deep

I stuffed my hand down the front of her jeans and dragged my fingers through her folds, my cock jerking in her mouth when I found her fucking drenched for me. I thrust two fingers into her slick heat, my thumb rubbing over her clit roughly, making her buck on her knees.

“Mmm…. Mmm,” she moaned around my cock, riding my hand frantically.

She swallowed around me again as I drove in and out of her throat rapid-fire, taking me right to the edge. “Fuck, darlin’. I’m gonna come, gonna fucking come deep down your hot little throat.” My thrusts became uneven, jerky, my balls drawing tight. “Work that cunt on my fingers. Shatter all fucking over me.”

She screamed around my cock, her cunt pulsing and squeezing around my fingers a second before she drenched them. Fuck, yes.

The vibrations of her screams around my shaft was the final straw. Ecstasy wracked my body, I stiffened, buried deep down her throat, holding her tight there as I shot my hot cum right down the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” I choked as I pulled my cock from her mouth.

Her sexy eyes were still hooded, staring up at me as she licked some saliva off her lips.

I slid my hand from her jeans, then swept her wetness over her lips, pushing my thumb inside along her tongue and feeding it to her.

She ate it up like a good girl, then beamed up at me, looking very proud of herself.

She fucking well should be.

I grinned and slid my hands to waist, easing her back to her feet.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” I told her, curling my hand around the back of her neck, then kissing the fuck out of her, relishing our combined taste all over our lips and tongues.

When I finally broke the kiss, I wrapped her up tightly, holding her to me. “Thank you,” I whispered, breathing in her strawberry scent, and that warmth she always gave me.

“Right at the back, huh?”

Aurora shrugged. “Old habits, I guess.”

I sank into the seat beside her in the back corner of the auditorium, settling in for class.

“It’s strategic, right?” I asked, as I pulled out my laptop and set it up on the way-too-small table. Whose fucking idea had it been to set up shit like this? Normally, it aggravated me more than it should. But now I wasn’t a powder keg building in pressure over and over again, it just slipped away really quickly. What had happened in that alcove thirty minutes ago just before our pizza fest had definitely helped too.

“In a way, yeah. It just enables me to see everything, all angles, each student, to get a detailed lay of the land and ensure—”

“That nobody is coming at you?”

“It’s always best to be prepared.”

“Because of me, right? Because of what I did in the beginning?”

“As a rule in general.” She gave my hand a squeeze. “All that’s in the past, Killian. I promise.”

“If it’s not, you can voice it.”

She gave me a look. “Do you really think I wouldn’t have already done that if it did actually still bother me?”

I chuckled. “Good point. You would’ve dragged me into the octagon to show me just how much it bothered you.”

“Nah, that wouldn’t have been any fun.”

“How’s that?”

“You wouldn’t have fought back.”

“Fucking right I wouldn’t have,” I said, my words coming out harsher than I’d intended. Just the thought of it, of hurting her like that, made me sick to my stomach. “I’m not Ash,” I ground out.

“He had a purpose for doing that.”

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