Page 28 of Scarred Hearts

His words sent me over the edge, unable to hold back any longer. He brought me to a powerful orgasm, my juices soaking his hand as I rode the waves of ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” I cried out. “Fuck me! Please, take me to my bed and fuck me like you did that night.”

Gone was any hesitation or fear of pushing him away. Tyler Prescott had made me squirt and cum after so long, and now I needed him inside me more than anything. Leading me toward the stairs with one hand still buried between my legs, he brought his other hand to his mouth and licked my juices off of his fingers. “I never forgot the way you taste.”

“I never forgot the way your dick stretched me to my limit,” I cooed as he tightened the belt around my neck.

Once we reached the top of the landing, he positioned me in front of him and urged me forward into my bedroom. I could feel his eyes on me as I led us to my room at the end of the hallway.

We stepped through the door, and he spun me to face him, pulling my dress over my head. He threw it on the floor. Backing me toward the bed, he shed his shirt and shoes. I watched every damn muscle in his upper body flex as he pushed me back onto the mattress. He couldn’t get his slacks off fast enough as I pulled my panties and bra off, tossing them out of the way. He reached over to my nightstand, tugging the drawer open.

“What are you doi?—”

Taking out a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs, he dangled them in the air. “I know your freaky little ass has toys hidden all over this place.”

I couldn’t suppress a laugh, biting down on my bottom lip to contain it. “You have no idea,” I teased. My legs spread apart, and I ran my fingers lightly over my slit, but he quickly grabbed my hand, slapping it away with force, leaving a stinging sensation.

“Pretty sure I do,” he retorted. Taking one of my hands in his, he expertly secured the cuff around my wrist and then did the same with the other. “Don’t move,” he ordered in a deep voice while his lips trailed down my neck, over my shoulders, and chest, until they reached my stomach. He took one of my breasts in his large hand, kneading it and rolling my nipple between his fingertips, showering kisses on my hips.

I let out a snicker when his rough facial hair tickled me.

His eyes flickered up to mine with no trace of amusement in his expression. “I said, don’t move.” He continued kissing up my silky skin until he reached my other nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the piercing.

I struggled not to arch my back at the intense pleasure coursing through me. “I’m craving you so fucking bad,” I murmured breathlessly.

With his lips hovering just above mine, he grazed them teasingly while tracing circles on the outside of my drenched entrance with his fingers. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” I whimpered, nodding as he grinned devilishly.

Yanking his hand away from my pussy, he clutched the belt strap around my neck, pulling tighter. I tried to swallow but the taut grip made it damn near impossible. He stared deep into my eyes, both lust and anger written on his face.

“How do you address me?”

My hands still pinned above my head, I struggled to control my breathing as my chest rose and fell slowly. Swallowing hard, I answered in barely more than a whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he growled next to my ear before gently inserting one finger into me, probing my entrance. He added another, stretching me wide.

My breath hitched. “Please!” I cried out, desperate for him to fill me completely.

A third finger entered me, and he twisted his hand back and forth, prying me open even further. Each movement sent jolts of painful pleasure surging through my veins. My entire body was pleading relentlessly for him to give me his long, thick cock. He added a fourth. I writhed with him between my legs, watching my face, relishing in my euphoric high.

Just when I thought he was about to yank his hand away and torture me more, he grazed my pierced clit with his thumb. Then he slipped it in, sliding his hand in as far as my pussy would allow. Rocking my body back and forth using his fist and the belt, he fucked me hard.

“Oh my God!” I screamed out. “Fuck!”

He showed no mercy as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. Holy shit! My eyes watered from the overwhelming pleasure. I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I flooded his arm once again, squirting all over us both. Positioning himself between my legs, he aligned himself with my entrance, his eyes glazed over with primal desire.

“Do you want a condom?” I asked breathlessly.

Brushing his lips against mine, he shook his head. “I need to feel every part of you right now, if that’s okay with you?”

I felt the same, needing to feel him entirely. I nodded with my bottom lip pinned between my teeth. Bracing myself, and knowing how he was, I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

The minute my eyes sprung open, he buried himself inside me with a powerful thrust that made me arch my back and let out a loud moan. “God, Gia,” he breathed heavily. “I never forgot how much I loved being inside you.”

“My pussy has missed this so much,” I cried out.

Leaning down to kiss me again, he pulled back to lock gazes with me. Sensing that I was close to climaxing again, he continued to drive himself deep inside me over and over.

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