Page 35 of Those Heartbreak Scars

“Mmm.” The first lick is exquisite on my sensitive flesh. It makes my hips roll involuntarily.

“That’s it. Grind down on me.” His words are muffled by my thighs, but they make my brain empty of anything but the way his tongue is exploring every nook and crevice of my pussy.

He thrusts it inside me and my eyelids flutter down. I need this. I grind my clit against his lips. When he catches it between his teeth and sucks, I rock on his face harder, chasing that pleasure with an obsessive need.

My body floods with heat.

“Play with your tits,” he growls. “You’re so sexy from down here. Show me how dirty you want to be for me.”

“God, I’m such a little slut for you.” I massage my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples while he stares up at me with those heated blue eyes. His grip on my waist guides me as I grind over him, until I’m hovering on that edge. One more swipe of his tongue sends me tumbling into the abyss. Falling forward onto my hands I cry out for him as I ride him and my orgasm to completion.

I scramble off him as soon as I’m done. My insides tingling, but not as pleasantly as they were in the heat of the moment. I act like a wanton little freak around him more often than not. But maybe… am I taking it too far?

He grabs my wrist and tugs me onto his chest. “You like being my little slut, don’t you? You like it when I talk to you like that? That’s something you want from me?”

I bury my face in his chest. “I do.”

“You know I don’t think that you’re a slut or a whore. I don’t think that you’re any of the things—”

“No. I know that. It’s not about.” I glance at the iron bars of the headboard. It’s hard to put it into words. “I like it,” I admit. “Perhaps that’s weird because I’ve heard it all in a negative wayfrom people I don’t know or don’t trust. It’s humiliating. Even today. You heard what he—”

He lifts his hand. His knuckles are bruised. One of them is grazed. “I did. It was wholly unacceptable.”

“But ordering me to sit on your face like that… and when you call me filthy things… it gives me a rush and makes me feel sexy.” Sexier than I think I’ve ever felt in my life. It sounds stupid to not feel super sexy when everyone goes on about how fuckable you are, but most of the time it makes me want to hide my figure under bulky clothing. So feeling sexy for real… I could get used to that. I crawl down his body and unbutton his suit pants.

He lifts his hips so that I can pull them down and free his erection. We’ve fucked a few times, but this is the first time I get to explore. He has a beautiful cock. It rides tall against his abdomen, blushing a pretty color that shows off the veins.

He’s hot and hard as I take him in hand and stroke him. “It makes me feel like those things aren’t negative. They aren’t the judgement they usually are. It makes me feel incredibly powerful in my sexuality.”

Sucking my cheeks in, I gather saliva and spit on his cock before taking him all the way between my lips.

“Rica, fuck…” His hips jag as he thrusts in my mouth. “Damn, woman. I was not expecting…” I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He arches his neck and groans. “That. Oh God.”

I moan and let the vibration rumble up his shaft while I take him to the back of my throat. He made me feel so damn good, I want to make him feel good too.

He presses his palm to the back of my head and fucks my mouth without restraint.

“You’re the most beautiful little whore for me, aren’t you, Rica? You… taking me… I can barely control myself. Come up here and let me feel your pretty pussy clenched around me. I want to fucking fill you.”

Like he’s given them a command, my insides clench. I’ve never been so obedient in my life as I sit on his cock and bounce up and down. Gray makes me want to do whatever he tells me to. Makes me feel special in a way that I haven’t before.

“Fuck.” He grunts as he rolls me under him. Hiking my leg up to his shoulder, he forces his way in deeper, thrusting with such ferocity, scraping against all those sweetly achy places inside me.

My second orgasm is intense and overwhelming. It steals my vision. “Gray. Oh God. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck.” He groans and spills inside me, flooding me with his cum in hot, heady spurts. “Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck.”

We collapse onto the mattress, a pile of sweat slicked limbs. He rests his forehead against my breast. “Why couldn’t I have met you first?”

I don’t remind him that he met me and Indy at exactly the same time. Or that it was so long ago that if he’d wanted something with me then it would have been beyond criminal, and I could never have felt this way about that kind of person. I’m not even sure that I was supposed to catch his words at all.

An alarm goes off. “What is that?”

“It’s my phone.”

The noise cuts out and is followed by multiple email notifications rapid fire landing in his inbox.

I find my breath. “You better check.”

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