Page 107 of Scarred Hearts

After picking up Giovanna and the kids from Ian and Jenna’s, we arrived back at my house. She helped me get Naya tucked in while the boys put themselves to bed. When she finished showing Luca to the third-floor guest room, she appeared back in my bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

Taking her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to hers. “I missed you tonight.”

“I missed you too,” she said, standing on her toes and kissing me again. “Now that we’re alone, can you spill the deets?”

I chuckled softly. “Is that allowed?”

She rolled her eyes, teasing, “I was going to be the boss, but someone stole my job.”

Backing her over to the bed, I took my gun and holster from my back, laying them on the nightstand, untied my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt. Her chest rose and fell as she watched me. The minute my shirt was opened, she pressed her nails into the ripples of my muscular abs, scratching down to my belt buckle.

She unfastened my belt and slacks, pushing them down with my boxer briefs, freeing my erect cock. I now understood when Ian and Luke said violence turned them on. It always turned me on too, but I forced those feelings away since Mila was never into it. Now, I could be myself.

With a firm grip on her hair, I pulled her head to the side and spit into her waiting mouth before pressing her face against my cock. With one hand cupping my balls, she took me all the way into her throat, eliciting a deep groan from me. Her skilled tongue worked its magic, licking underneath and driving me wild.

Moaning, I held her head in place, refusing to let her make me cum that instant, but her talent was flawless, and everything about her turned me on. Once I gathered all my strength not to let her control the moment, I used her hair, gripping it tightly while fucking her face. She gagged, holding the base of my cock and massaging my balls again.

I jerked her head away, and she gasped for air, drool pooling beneath her mouth. Tugging her off the bed, I held her hand, leading her over to the chair in front of the fireplace. The same chair, I jerked off in, picturing her not that long ago.

Taking my phone from my pocket, I brought up my music app, pressing play on the song she performed to the night she auditioned. “Do what you do best, princess.”

She smiled, biting her bottom lip, as she immediately fell into her role as a dancer. Reaching out her hand, I took hers into mine. “Can we put a pole in here?” she asked angelically while swaying seductively to the song.

“We can do whatever you want to do. This is our room now.”

Slowly, she crossed her arms over the bottom of her shirt, slipping it over her head as she shook her rear, tossing it back over her head. Moving her hips in a figure eight, she shimmied out of her bottoms, leaving herself in the dry bikini she’d pranced around my family’s house earlier in.

Running her hands through her hair, she bent over, giving me a perfect view of her backside as she teased removing her bottoms. Instead, she stood, tugging on the string around her neck. The top fell forward, revealing her perfectly round, flawless breasts.

She ran her fingers around them, her enormous engagement ring shimmering in the dim lighting from the bedside table lamps on the other side of the room. “Do you love my tits?”

“I can’t get enough of them,” I replied as she finished untying the string around her back, letting it fall to the floor next to her.

“What about my ass?” She twisted around, bending over in front of me with her backside in my face.

Reaching out, I gripped her rear in both palms, running my fingers around her soft skin. I took her hands in mine, guiding them to the strings, and we pulled them together, freeing the fabric from her body.

It dropped between her legs, and she spun around. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her toned stomach, and she tensed up. Lifting my gaze to hers, I peered into her eyes as I held her against me firmly while I continued kissing her stomach and hips. I ran my fingers along the tattoo from her knee, up the side of her thigh, to her upper ribs before trailing them back down again, coming to a stop between her legs.

“Spread,” I ordered. She parted them enough for me to get my hand between them. I slipped my fingers between her pussy lips, feeling just how wet she was for me. “Don’t stop dancing.”

Moving her hips on my fingers, she held onto my shoulders, closing her eyes as she whimpered. One by one, I slid them all inside her. She moaned louder as she moved her hips, her pussy stretching wide as I finally worked my entire fist into her. Peering down at me, she panted loudly, and her walls tightened around my fist and wrist.

“Good girl,” I praised her.

She let out a loud guttural moan and sprayed my arm, digging her nails into my shoulders. I pulled my hand out of her, massaging her clit hard while fingering her. She continued to squirt before I pulled away entirely. Staring down at me, she smiled.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy,” she whined, and my eyes widened at the new nickname. “Oh God, I’m so sorry for th?—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I growled, unaware how much that would turn me on until now. Wrenching my tie from around my collar, I held it up. “Princess, give me your wrists.”

Peering down at me with innocent eyes, she smiled, holding her wrists out together. “Yes, sir.”

I wrapped each of them tightly enough to secure them together. Leaning over, I licked between her drenched slit. She put her bound wrists around my neck as I pulled her onto my lap.

“Ride my cock,” I ordered, holding it up under her, and she sank down on it all the way.

Grasping her hips while I pressed myself up, she slammed down on me over and over, then rocked back and forth. “You feel so fucking good, Daddy,” she cried, trying the name out again.

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