Page 68 of Scars Run Deep

And so was the incredible satisfaction that went along with it when I gave myself over to him, when I allowed him to let his erotic talents loose on me.

He was the exception, he always had been.

He just had some sort of… allure about him. Undeniably magnetic and overwhelmingly ensnaring.

Sometimes I figured it was a part of what fueled that aggression and hostile tension on my end toward him.

His tongue swept over my bottom lip, ripping me from my thoughts instantly.

My gaze snapped to his.

His eyes were hooded.

Erotic promise danced in those silver pools.

His lips were twisted in a devilish smirk.

One shove had me against the side of his car.

A flick of his fingers and he had my pants open.

I watched with rapt fascination as his tattooed hand disappeared beneath the leather.

Caught in a swirling vortex of the need he’d stoked in me, all I could do was sink against the car and fucking well moan as his fingers wrapped around my dick.

He gave it a firm tug, then jerked my pants down to just beneath my ass with his free hand, pulling it out.

Rock fucking hard for him.

Straining in need.

Raging for release.

He fisted me roughly. Just the way I needed right now, wrenching that need to a whole other level that I could barely get a handle on, barely breathe through.

“Ungh, Ash,” I grunted, thickening in his hold with his every brutal stroke.

“Mmm, your cock is pulsing for me. So fucking desperate, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

His other hand came into play and he teased the tip with the pads of his thumb and forefinger, gathering the pearls of pre-cum, as he continued fisting me, drawing more and more out of me.

“Spread your ass for me,” he commanded.

When I hesitated, he jerked me by my cock, pulling me from the side of the car.

“That’s better. Now you have room. Do it, open your ass.”

He drew his tongue along my jawline, making me tremble at the delectable feeling of the wet heat. A bite of pain as he nipped at it, pulled me further into that consumed headspace.

And then I was reaching back and spreading myself open like he wanted.

Just fucking well doing it, not wanting anything to stop him from giving me what I now needed so damn badly.

He gathered more pre-cum, then I jolted as he traced my back hole.

But I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t release my ass cheeks.

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