Page 116 of Scarred Hearts

She dragged her nails up my arms, pressing them into my shoulders as she stood on her toes. Fingers slipping into my hair, she pulled my head toward her, our lips crashing into one another. Her kiss tasted of adrenaline and desire, turning violent. Our tongues twisted together as our bodies pressed closer.

She scraped her nails down my abs, and I seized her neck in my mouth, sucking and kissing her hungrily. Tilting her head, she gave me easier access as she held onto my biceps. One hand on her side, I lowered the other between her legs. Slipping a finger between her slit, I stroked up and down.

Pressing herself into my hand, she begged, “Stretch my tight hole.”

Grinning against her skin, I withdrew my hand, and she groaned. I curled my fingers around her wrist, spinning her to face the wall, her cheek flat against the surface. Stretching my arm out, I took the lube off the shelf in the corner, opened the top, and squeezed a bit into my hand.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed, knowing what was coming.

Reaching between her ass cheeks, I stroked her asshole, sliding a finger inside. She pushed back into my hand, panting. I slipped a second finger in after giving her a chance to get used to the intrusion. Her moans echoed against the shower walls.

“You can be as loud as you want tonight, princess,” I muttered as I squeezed more lube into my hand and stroked my hard cock. Setting the container back on the shelf, I held her hip again, lining myself up with her entrance.

“Go slow,” she pleaded. “You’re too fucking big for that hole, and it kills me every time.”

“Killing you is the last thing I want,” I taunted, “but I do love it when you cry out in pain.”

“You know I love pain.” She exhaled a shaky breath.

Inch by inch, I entered her, and she pushed back against my body. “That’s it, baby, take it all,” I coaxed her, and she continued pushing backward.

She let out a loud guttural moan as she relaxed, taking me entirely deep inside her until I bottomed out. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” she cried out.

Picking up the pace, I held her hips in a tight grip, fucking her as hard as I could. The sound of our bodies slapping together, mixed with our sounds, echoed through the room. Reaching around, I massaged her clit hard while squeezing her tit in my other hand.

“I want you to cum hard and loud for me, princess,” I ordered.

“Yes… sir,” she whimpered back over her shoulder between grunts.

Shaking, she instantly came hard; her legs wobbled, but I held her tight. Her ass clenched and unclenched around me, coaxing every drop of seed from my body. I moaned softly, running my fingers through her drenched hair as we both panted. She turned her head back, kissing me with hunger as we caught our breath.

Last night, after cleaning ourselves again, we ended up having sex three more times before we passed out from physical exhaustion. This morning, I woke up before her, allowing her to sleep in while I worked out and showered, then cooked breakfast. As I was turned toward the stove, making scrambled eggs, I felt arms slither around me and lips press into my bare back.

“You’re lucky I heard you coming,” I chuckled, setting the wooden spoon down on a nearby spoon rest and turning to face her, only to find her completely naked.

“Would you have resisted me, Mr. Sexy?”

Picking her up, I set her on the edge of the kitchen island. “Maybe I should spank your hot little pussy for that instead.”

She reclined against the counter, her palms pressing firmly into its surface as she spread her legs open. Her voice was a low, sultry whisper as she beckoned to me, “Spank me, then.”

I reached for one of the clean, wooden spoons stored in the gold metal container on the counter. I lightly tapped it against her mound, and she let out small gasps and moans with each strike. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and her eyes were fixated on my movements as I slowly increased the intensity.

Lowering my face, I traced my tongue along her slick slit before returning to finish making the eggs.

“I need youuu,” she whined as I set the spoon down next to her. “I need your dick inside my pussy right now, pleaseee.”

The aroma of breakfast filled the air as I stirred the eggs a final time and removed them from the heat.

“First you have to eat.” I pulled open the oven, taking the simple French toast bake from the rack and setting it on the marbled countertop.

“Maybe you should eat first,” she countered playfully, causing me to turn back around and face her. Her hand was between her legs, spreading herself open for me with her fingers.

“Gladly,” I replied, unable to resist the tempting offer. With one arm supporting her thigh, I lowered my face between her legs, exploring every inch of her sweet center with my tongue. She let out a loud moan, the sound filling the room as I slipped my fingers inside her wetness.

“God, I’m so close already,” she murmured. “I played with myself before I came down here.”

My phone vibrated across the counter, but I didn’t want to stop. Her moans and gasps were all that mattered in that moment.

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