Page 30 of Scars Run Deep

“Played with yourself, huh?”

“That’s right,” I said, slowly sliding up and down his cock, getting used to him and teasing us both at the same time.

“And how do you do that?” His fingers were gliding through my folds in the next moment, making me jolt in surprise. “All soft a slow?” he said, circling my clit in the next moment and lightly brushing his thumb over it, eliciting soft moans from me. “I highly doubt it. This is more your speed, isn’t it?” He slapped my pussy, making me cry out at the burning sting. He did it again and I bucked on his cock, then slammed down right to the base. We both cried out at that. “Yeah, there it is,” he said, dragging his fingers through my wetness, using his nails to add a harsh sting. “You like it a whole lot rougher.” His fingers became vibrating forces of motion all over my pussy. “A whole lot harder.” He slapped me right on my clit, and I jolted, rising up on his cock.

The friction was so amazing, I started riding him hard.

Roughly.

Almost violently.

Bearing down on him and swiveling my hips as I drove him so deep, it hit that perfect spot deep inside. “Shit. The way you fill me, it’s like I can feel you everywhere.”

“You’re telling me you’ve been craving my cock, little beast?” he asked in that dark, playful tone, rising to it.

“Craving it. Dreaming about it. Salivating over it. Whichever you like the sound of best.”

“All,” he gritted out against my wild riding. “All fucking three.” He threw his head back. “That’s right, fuck that hot, wet cunt. Hurt for me. Scream for me. Come for me… all over my big fat cock. Ungh… fuck. Fuck, Aurora.”

God, the look on his face was so raw, so open. He was right on the edge, trying to hold out.

“Let it go,” I breathed, pleasure about to crash into me and rip me apart at the seams.

I squeezed his cock inside me as I continued fucking him like a wild, unhinged thing.

He roared out into the room and fisted my hair, then jerked me to him, his mouth all over my throat, the tops of my breasts, biting my nipples through my top.

I arched my back, moans becoming screams as he marked me all over, the ferocious possessiveness of it turning me on in a way I didn’t fully understand, that I couldn’t comprehend the depths of. I was getting off on it in some kind of twisted way, knowing the danger it brought along with it, the challenge he was laying down, the unyielding claim.

“God, Asher!” I cried out in bliss at the overstimulation. It touched me everywhere. “Please… come inside me.”

He pulled his mouth back and stared at me, his eyes turning black.

That look… it took me over the edge and I was screaming out in the next moment as ecstasy tore through me and I came all over his cock.

He jerked me to him by my hair and held me there, shuddering against him.

Hot liquid spilled inside me as he followed me over the edge. The sensation, his guttural grunts, the way he was holding me so intensely, his hand shaking with the vehemence of it… it had me shrieking into his chest and coming again, convulsing against him.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, clutching him, trying to catch my breath and recoup my sanity.

In my pleasure daze, it took me a moment to realize that he was nuzzling my neck and softly—sweetly, incredibly—stroking my back.

“All right, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, perfect.”

He chuckled. “Perfect? Very good.”

For the first time since I’d taken things to a sexual place tonight, he rolled his hips.

“God!” I cried, jolting as he teased my really oversensitive and more than just a little sore walls.

“Round Two? This time I’ll fuck you on your hands and knees and stuff my fingers deep in your hot little ass, then—”

“Asher—”

“No? How about I… I’ll…”

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