Page 72 of Take You Down

“Don’t fucking care,” I grit out. “They’d leave as soon as they’d see these pretty little legs of yours wrapped around my waist, crying my name loud enough to wake the other buses.”

Her face darkens at my words, a gasp slipping past her lips. “You talk a big talk,” she taunts, hands slipping down my chest and settling at my waistband, fingers curling under the fabric and tickling my heated skin.

“It’s not just talk.” My patience has officially run out. I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, months, too fucking long. I drop my shorts, my cock springing to attention, precum dripping from the tip.

Scar doesn’t hesitate. She takes me into her mouth, licking hungrily at the drops she can get.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I run my hands over her hair, pulling it back from her face and wrapping it around my wrist as I start to thrust deeper into her mouth. She moans around me and the vibrations cause my teeth to clench. Her nails dig into my thighs to help steady her as I fuck her throat and she bounces slightly on her knees, clearly seeking relief that she can’t find without my help.

I yank her head back and she inhales loudly, licking her lips and staring up at me powerfully, and I wonder who is really in charge here. A smile picks up the corner of my mouth.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Grabbing a hold of one of her ankles, I pull her leg out from underneath her, causing her to fall backward on the couch.

“Should I take these off?” I ask her, running my fingertips gently across the tops of her sweatpants, careful not to dip my fingers under the waistband.

Scar nods her head rapidly, mouth open and zeroed in on my every move.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” I taunt her and goddamn I love the way she narrows her eyes at me.

“Fuck you,” she spits, but there’s no venom behind it. Just pure lust, desire, want.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

Without waiting another moment, I tug her sweats down her legs and throw them over my shoulder, pleased to find she’s bare under them. Her pussy is glistening, so wet and waiting for me. Gripping her thighs in my hands, I spread them wide, pressing them into the sides of the couch before I dive in, feasting on her like it’s my last meal.

“Walker!” she cries out, and I hear her hands slap into the leather of the cushions, trying to find purchase in her haze of pleasure.

I take one long, slow lick of her center before I pull her clip between my lips and suck gently, earning me a buck of her hips, trying to dislodge my hands and close her thighs around my head but I hold them firm. I don’t want anything getting in the way of me and Scar’s pussy.

Once her legs settle for a moment, I pull one hand away to slip two fingers inside her. Scar immediately clamps down on them, moaning and writhing as I twist them, plunging in and out in a steady rhythm. I lap up every drop I can get from her and I can’t think of anything sweeter.

“James.” Scar sighs, my name sounding like a prayer dripping from her lips and my cock twitches in response. My ears perk up at the use of my first name, one she rarely uses. Only bringing it out on serious occasions or for right now, where I’m buried between her legs, finally giving her the pleasure we’ve both been aching for and obliterating any lingering fears we had between us before now.

I continue licking, sucking, nipping, and teasing until I feel Scar’s legs start to quiver around my shoulders and with one final taste, I pull back on my knees.

“Why’d you stop?” Scar asks, lifting her head and looking down at me with equal parts lust and frustration.

I rise and quickly make my way over to one of the cabinets above the couch, opening the door and pulling out a condom. Using my teeth to rip it open, I turn back to her.

“I want to be inside you when I make you come,” I answer, quickly rolling the condom on and taking a few steps back over to her.

Scar reaches up and grabs the back of my neck to bring me down for a kiss, moaning as she tastes herself on my lips.

“Dirty girl.” I pull back and swiftly flip her around. She lets out a surprised yelp as I slap a hand across her ass, watching her pale skin immediately flush a deep red.

“On your knees,” I instruct her, stroking myself as I watch her get into position, kneeling on the couch with her elbows propped against the back cushions.

Her dark hair fans across her back in long waves and my fingers twitch with the desire to run my hands through it, feeling the silky strands fall through my grasp.

“Do you need me to tell you what to do?” Scar asks, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, ass swaying behind her. “Or are you just gonna stare at my ass?” A devilish grin overtakes her face, enjoying provoking me and constantly fighting me for power.

Instead of answering her, I deliver a sharp slap to the other cheek, marking that one with a matching handprint before grabbing her hips and slamming her onto my cock in one hard thrust.

Scar cries out, head flying back and back arching into me, pulling me deeper.

“Take it, sweetheart,” I moan, letting my own head fall back and eyes fall closed as I relish in the feeling of her warm, wet cunt gripping me tightly.

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