Page 78 of Taming Scarlet

That strange, slivery sensation in my chest I’d been feeling more and more around him, I had a sneaking suspicion that was what falling in love might have felt like.

Experienced with keeping men at arm’s length, I couldn’t be sure.

But it felt like that.

Like my world that had always just revolved around myself started to revolve around him as well.

He tossed his phone onto the bed, then watched me as he reached to loosen his tie, then tossed it aside. His jacket followed. His belt. His shirt. But he stopped after loosening his button and zipper.

“Lift your skirt for me,” he demanded, voice rough as desire pooled in my core.

My scandalized gaze slid toward the beach, finding it empty, but knowing someone could walk down at any time.

“Lift your skirt,” he demanded, voice rougher, and my hands immediately started to rouche the fabric in my hands, exposing an inch or two of skin at a time until my panties were the only thing hiding me.

Julian moved forward, exhaling hard, then reaching to slide my panties down my legs.

“Been soaking wet all afternoon, haven’t you?” he asked, voice a low rumble.

“Yes,” I admitted. There was no use playing coy. He could press his hand between my thighs and feel for himself.

“Been hard as fuck just thinking about you walking around, aching for my cock,” he confessed, his fingers tracing down my pussy, finding my clit, and working it lazily for a moment.

His other hand moved between us, freeing himself, and then it was his thick length pressing against my clit, getting slick with my desire.

“I’m going to make your ass mine,” he said, his free hand massaging my ass cheek. “But I need your pussy first,” he added as his cock slid back, then thrust deep inside me.

His familiar thickness mixed with the plug had an entirely new sensation moving through me, making me cry out, my fingers desperately grabbing the railing as he started to fuck me, not easing me into it, just ruthlessly driving me up toward the orgasm I’d been aching for all day.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned as my pussy spasmed and a moan escaped me when the orgasm gripped my system, long and hard, making me feel weak and wobbly afterward.

Julian stopped moving, but stayed planted inside of me as he suddenly reached for the plug, and started to fuck my ass with it.

“Oh, my God,” I whimpered, rocking into the sensation as his thrusts got harder.

But before I could feel another orgasm crest, he was pulling the plug out of me, and I was feeling that cool liquid he must have been storing in his pocket pour over my skin, preparing me.

“Don’t tense on me, pet,” he murmured as he slid his cock out of my pussy and moved it back, as he pressed.

I took slow, deep breaths as the head of his cock started to slide in.

He was different than the plug. Thicker.

And it wasn’t long before he was pressing deeper than the plug ever could, before he was fully inside of me, his cock buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing my hipbone hard as he stayed still, fighting for his own self-control, likely not wanting to hurt me my first time.

But there was a surprising lack of pain.

And it wasn’t long before the strangeness became familiar, before my pussy was throbbing, before my system was begging for movement, for friction, for release.

“Fuck me, Julian,” I pleaded, rocking my ass into him.

A growl moved through him as both his hands grabbed my hips, his control snapping at my words.

He tried to be gentle at first, sliding half out, then all the way back in.

But it wasn’t long before he couldn’t give me that.

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