Page 83 of Scarred Hearts

Pressing his head inside me, I moved my hips, teasing him as I watched him over my shoulder. “You want my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?”

He slapped my ass again, then held the base of his cock, jerking himself off. “Such a gorgeous view. I could make you stay just like that while I cum.”

“Please let me have it all,” I pleaded, eager to be filled with him.

“Remember not to hold back,” he replied.

“I promise, sir.”

“You can take it all now, baby.”

Flipping my hair to the side, I pressed my palms to his thighs, sinking all the way down onto his length fast and hard. I let out a loud whine as he seized my hips, pushing himself up harder into me, meeting my pace as I rode him. Moving his palms to my rear, he spread it apart, spanking me on each cheek every few seconds until my backside was burning with a searing pain.

“Your body is so fucking sexy,” he murmured, “I need to see your tits, turn around.”

Nibbling my bottom lip, I rotated around, facing him. “How’s this?” Taking his palms in my hand, I placed them on my breasts.

“Perfect,” he squeezed them, running his thumbs over my pierced nipples, “so fucking flawless.”

Moving my hips in various angles, I used my pussy to pleasure his length. He loved listening to me, however, I loved hearing how much I turned him on. He was anything but quiet when we fucked. And even with me on top, he was aggressive.

Lowering his hands, he pulled my pussy apart, watching as I rocked back and forth on his rod. Lifting his knees, he threw my body forward, and I pressed my palms on either side of his head, still meeting his rhythm.

Reaching up, he curled his fingers around my neck, squeezing. We made fierce eye contact in the dark room, only the moonlight illuminated us both. Whimpers, moans, and occasional cries emerged from my mouth as my cervix started to ache.

“Are you hurting, baby?” he asked with a smile.

“Starting… to,” I squeaked through his grip.

Yanking his hand away, he sat up, holding my lower back, pulling me against him over and over. Reaching between us, his thumb pressed to my clit, and he massaged it.

“Oh fuck,” I panted breathlessly, my mouth agape.

Tilting his head, he studied my expression. “Should I let you cum?”

I nodded. “Mmhmm, yes sir, oh God, please let me cum. I can’t… hold it any longer.”

“It feels like you’re about to squirt.”

“I am!” I shrieked. “Please let me?—”

Within a split second, he picked me up off him, the absence of his cock leaving me feeling empty. “Put your sexy cunt on my face,” he ordered, sliding beneath me as I obeyed.

He played with my clit again, fast and hard with his mouth pressed against my opening. His tongue darted in and out, and I could no longer hold back.

“Give it to me,” he commanded. “Fill my mouth.”

Pressing my hands into the headboard, I rode his face, letting my wetness flood his mouth and cheeks. He moaned beneath me, his tongue performing magically on every inch of my pussy. Soon, I could no longer take the sensation and collapsed off him.

“Hands and knees, now,” he spat, and again, I obeyed.

Pushing my palms to the pillows, I raised my ass in the air as he got on his knees behind me. Holding his tip at my entrance, he plunged hard into my sheath again, bottoming out on my bruised cervix. With raw and rough strokes, he held my hips, pushing into me over and over.

“Cum again with me, princess,” he commanded.

My body always gave into him, and again, I couldn’t hold back. Looking back over my shoulder, we stared into one another’s gazes as we came hard together. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. When he could take no more, he lowered himself behind me, licking my slit while he fingered his seed out of my hole.

The minute he was done, I collapsed to the bed in exhaustion, and he fell next to me.

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