Page 54 of Sixty Days Of Summer

She releases my cock from her mouth with a loud pop and rises to her feet, a wicked smile dancing across her lips. I sit back on the bed, ready to surrender control to her. Gently, I pull her into my lap, feeling her warmth envelop me as she settles against my body. The anticipation builds as I look into her eyes, urging her to take the reins, to let go and ride me like she wants to.

As my hands move toward her breasts, I delicately caress her curves with the tips of my fingers. Her tits never fail to leave me in awe; they’re absolutely fucking amazing. The way they fit perfectly in my hands, soft and inviting. I can feel her body respond to my touch. It’s more than just physical; it’s an undeniable connection that pulls me deeper into this moment with her.

She lifts herself, and I watch, entranced, as she slowly guides me into her pussy. I have no idea why I love seeing my cock disappear inside her, but damn, it does something primal to me. The sensation is fucking incredible as she stretches around me, and I can tell it feels just as good for her. Scarlet closes her eyes, letting out a low moan that deepens with every inch I push in. Each gasp and sound from her only fuels my desire, urging me to explore deeper. Her body molds to mine, and I can't help but think that this is different from the mindless encounters I've had before.

“Now fuck me, Scar,” I urge, desperate for her to give me the pleasure I crave.

My entire body tingles as she slides along my shaft, each movement sending electric shocks through me. Leaning forward, I kiss and suck at her neck, not giving a damn if I leave a mark.

But then I pull back, utterly captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her riding me. Her damp hair falls over her tits, and I reach out, grabbing a handful of it, pulling it back to hold her head still.

I lock my gaze with hers, losing myself in the depths of her eyes, both possessive and enthralled by the connection between us. There’s a raw intensity in the air, a blend of pleasure and something deeper that I can't quite place.

As she rides me, I can’t help but let out a low growl, fully aware that even though I wanted to just fuck her to get out of my head, this isn’t just about lust anymore—it's about something much more dangerous.

“That’s it, enjoy my cock, Scar. Fuck it like it’s yours,” I say, gripping her hair tighter, ensuring she can't shift her gaze from mine. Every girl I’ve ever fucked, I’ve always turned their faces away—never wanting to see them, only wanting them on all fours, putting their wet holes on display so I can take what Ineed. But with her, for some fucking reason, it’s different. I need to see her. I need to see the pleasure written all over her face, the way her eyes flutter and her lips part in moans.

As she rides me harder, her expression shifts from concentration to pure fucking ecstasy, and I can’t help but groan out loud at the sight. Her hips move with an intoxicating rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grab her ass with my spare hand, gripping it tightly, feeling every curve beneath my fingers.

“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice almost breathless. I can see the pleasure building within her, that delicious tension ready to explode.

“Come on my cock, Scar. Milk me, baby,” I urge, my voice low and rough, desperate for her to completely lose herself in the moment. I shift my hand from her ass, sliding a finger into her mouth. She sucks it eagerly, and I can’t help but groan. Damn, this girl is so fucking hot.

I withdraw my finger from her mouth and reach around to her ass, gently inserting the tip inside her. The way she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathes out a breathy “Fuck,” sends a jolt through me. She’s lost in ecstasy, riding me hard as I move my finger in and out of her, our bodies syncing in perfect rhythm, pushing us both closer to that edge.

It’s like I can taste her ecstasy, and it drives me wild. “Now fuck me harder and don't stop until we both come.”

With her hands resting on my chest, she moves in a rhythmic motion on top of me, chasing her pleasure with every thrust. Her breathing grows erratic as she fucks me, and I work my finger deeper into her tight hole. I can feel her body arching, completely consumed by the intensity of the moment, each movement drawing us closer to that electrifying climax.

“Are you almost there? Because I’m about to—” She doesn’t even get the chance to finish her sentence. Her mouth dropsopen, and her face lights up with a breathtaking expression as she comes. A loud moan escapes her lips, and she tightens around me, gripping me firmly as her juices flow down onto my balls.

Once her orgasm fades, she slumps into me, and I grab both of her hips, taking over completely, fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. Each thrust is driven by my primal need. A pulsating sensation rushes through my body, causing my abs to tighten and my cock to throb. Scarlet sits up and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly, just like I did to her earlier. When she pulls my face towards her, our lips meet in a filthy kiss that consumes me.

She slips her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly reciprocate. Tremors and spasms ripple through my body. My muscles tense, and my body craves more—more of her. I desperately try to hold on. The pressure within me builds as I fuck her. I feel it in my balls as they tighten, feel it in my gut as I come hard, harder than ever before. The pleasure rockets through me as I release inside her, kissing her like I’m fucking possessed. Each wave of bliss sends shivers down my spine, and for a moment, nothing else exists but us—lost in this intoxicating dance of desire.

We’re both breathless, gasping for air as I collapse onto the bed. Scarlet still sits on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking together, my cock still buried inside her. She rests her cheek on my chest as we lie in a haze of post-orgasm bliss. When she finally gets up off me and heads over to the bathroom, I can’t shake the nagging thought that she might leave like she did before. I lay there catching my breath, the tension of the moment still hanging in the air.

After a few seconds, she comes back into the room, stepping over the shit I’ve scattered around the floor. She climbs onto the bed beside me, her skin warm against mine as she snugglesclose, her breath brushing softly against my neck. I should feel satisfied now, maybe even a little lighter after everything we just shared, but the weight in my chest grows heavier than ever.

She lifts her head to look at me, and I can feel her eyes, searching, questioning. I know what’s coming before she even opens her mouth. I brace myself for it, but when her voice finally breaks the silence, it hits me like a fucking punch to the gut.

“Ace… why did you trash the room?”

My eyes stay fixed on the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t want to answer. I can’t bring myself to tell her about the shit that lives rent free in my head, but her gaze is relentless, like it’s reaching into the darkness I’ve kept buried for years.

“It’s nothing,” I mutter, praying that she’ll drop it.

She shifts beside me, propping herself up on her elbow. “It’s not nothing,” she says softly. “Please, Ace. Talk to me.”

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. She’s the last person I want to talk to about this, not because I don’t trust her, but because other than Xander, I’ve never let anyone in like this before. Especially not someone like her—someone I actually give a damn about.

“I saw my mother on TV,” I start, my voice gravelly, as if the words are clawing their way out. “She was doing an interview, spewing all this bullshit about me. About what kind of person I am.”

Scarlet doesn’t say anything, but I feel the shift in her—the subtle way her body tenses slightly, waiting for me to continue. So I do, even though each word feels like I’m peeling my skin off.

“It just… brought up a lot of shit, that’s all” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I’ve tried to bury for years. All the shit I went through as a kid. All the times I had to deal with her boyfriends—those fucking assholes who thought they could do whatever they wanted because she never gave a shit.”

I try to avoid looking at her, not wanting to see the pity I expect to find in her eyes, but I can’t help myself. When I finally meet her gaze, it’s not pity I find, but sadness that cuts me in ways I never expected.

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