Page 27 of Sixty Days Of Summer

Without hesitation, I do as she says, lifting my hips as she pulls my jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she stares at it with hunger. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her bottom lip, and I bite back a groan, barely holding it together.

When she peels my jeans off, I expect her to toss them aside, but instead, she quickly pulls my belt from the waistband, and I feel a rush of excitement spike through me.

“Move up,” she orders, gesturing towards the top of the bed.

I smirk, turned on by how she’s taking control. This dirty, commanding Scarlet is a whole new side of her—one we’ve never explored before—and fuck, it’s driving me wild.

She walks around the side of the bed with the belt in her hand, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Put your hands up,” she says, kneeling beside me. “Cross them.”

I comply without hesitation, watching as she wraps the thick leather belt around my crossed wrists, binding them together with expert precision. She threads it through the metal bar in the bed frame, pulling hard until I'm completely bound, locked in place. My eyes trace over her tits as she works, and all I can think about is ripping off that bra and sucking on those perfect, hard nipples.

I lean forward as much as my restraints allow, my nose brushing along the soft curve of her ribcage, closing my eyes as I get lost in her familiar scent. It drives me fucking crazy how good she smells. My body aches to touch her, but I’m stuck, helpless beneath her control, and fuck, it’s hotter than I ever imagined.

After yanking the belt tight, she steps away, and the loss of her touch sends a wave of frustration through me. But then I see her eyes—they're dark, filled with heat, roaming over my body like she fucking owns it. The way she’s looking at me, like she’s about to devour me, makes my cock pulse with need. Whatever she’s planning, I’m all for it.

“Take off that bra,” I growl, voice rough and desperate. “And those shorts. I need to see your hot, sexy body, Scar. I need to see those perky tits, your bare pussy… all of you.”

She glances down at me, amusement sparking in her eyes as a wicked smile curves her lips. Leaning in close, just out of my reach, she smirks. “You’re not in charge here. I am.” Her tone is steady, dripping with authority as she straightens up, letting me see the power she holds over me. “Now, be quiet,” she orders, eyes narrowing in warning.

The words send a jolt straight through me, and fuck, if that doesn’t make me want her even more. I’m loving every second of this—the way she’s taking control, flipping the script on me. My body is buzzing and she hasn’t even laid a finger on me yet. How the fuck does she do that? Make me this wild for her, without even touching me?

My eyes follow her every move as she slowly makes her way to the foot of the bed. I lift my head, my pulse quickening as she pauses, just standing there, staring at me with a smug look like she’s savoring every second of her control. Then, with deliberate intent, she crawls onto the bed, her gaze fixed on my cock, and I feel it twitch in response to her attention.

Her fingers barely graze the spot where my piercing is, sending a jolt through my entire body. The sensation is immediate, raw, and primal, making me gasp. I hiss as her fingers slowly trail down the underside of my cock, teasing and driving me fucking insane.

Then she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, and it’s a shot of pure pleasure. My entire body tightens, and all I want to do is grab her head and ram my cock down her throat. That’s how much I need her right now—need to lose myself in her, lose control, and lose my fucking mind.

The second she drags her tongue along my shaft, I try to pull my hands down, but the belt keeps me locked in place. The slow, deliberate torture of pleasure is fucking unbearable, and I know if she doesn’t take me into her mouth right now, I’m not going to survive this sweet torment. Every inch of me is on fire, and her teasing is driving me insane.

"Fuck," I growl, watching her grin at me, my cock standing tall as she circles her tongue around the tip. My hips buck forward, desperate to find her mouth, desperate for more. "Fucking open your mouth, Scar. You’re driving me insane."

She just smirks, and I know I’m exactly where she wants me—her in control, dragging this out to make me lose my damn mind. And fuck, I think my mind and my cock are about to explode. Every second feels like an eternity, and the way she’s playing me has me teetering right on the edge of oblivion.

She gets up onto her knees, that seductive smirk never leaving her face as she reaches behind to undo her bra, letting it fall to the side. The second her tits are free, all I can think about is coming on them, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. The thought of seeing her painted by me, glistening with my release, makes my cock throb painfully with need. Every inch of me burns with the urgency to own this moment, to have her beneath me, writhing in pleasure as I push her to the edge. I want to drown in her, to lose myself in her curves and softness, making her mine in the filthiest way imaginable.

Then she slips off the bed, my eyes glued to her as she sways her hips, peeling down her shorts and panties, with a seductivegrace. When she kicks them off, she climbs back onto the bed, kneeling before me, that look in her eyes dripping with pure filth and lust. My heart races, as she leans closer. And then, finally, I feel it as she wraps her warm, wet mouth around my cock, taking me deep.

“Fucking hell, Scar,” I groan, my hands clenching into fists as I fight the overwhelming urge to thrust into her mouth. A loud moan escapes me when she holds my cock deep in the back of her throat. I almost lose my mind and I can feel my control slipping further away. Each soft suck and teasing lick pushes me closer to the edge, and all I can think about is how badly I need to come, to explode inside her sweet mouth.

She stares up at me with those gorgeous eyes, and the sight of my cock stretching her lips does something primal to me. I want to tell her just how fucking beautiful she looks right now with my cock in her mouth, how perfect she feels, but all I can manage is a hoarse, “Fucking hell, Scar!"

The words barely leave my lips before another wave of pleasure washes over me, making it hard to focus on anything but the intoxicating way she’s working me.

She slides back down my shaft, savoring every inch, and then glides back up, dragging out the pleasure until I’m a trembling mess beneath her. It’s not the quick pace I crave; no, this is pure fucking torture—exquisite, drawn-out torment designed to drive me wild. I thrust my hips forward, desperation clawing at me, and the sound of her gagging around my length sends a rush of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Yeah, choke on my cock like a good girl,” I growl, my voice thick with lust.

Chapter 10

Scarlet

Ican see Ace coming undone, just like I wanted. As I slide my mouth down his shaft, his cock pulses on my tongue, and when he hits the back of my throat, I stay there, relishing the raw, sexy sounds I’m pulling from him. I love the way he watches me with those dark brown eyes, like I’m the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. My mouth moves back up his shaft, slow and deliberate, and the second I hear him hiss, I know I’ve got him.

“Fucking hell, Scar,” he groans, and I just purr, loving the way my name sounds on his lips.

I suck the tip of his cock, my cheeks hollowing out, teasing him before sliding my mouth down over him. But the tormentI’m giving him isn’t enough—he wants more. He thrusts his hips, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. So, I stay there, letting him take control, letting him fuck my mouth the way he needs. Our eyes lock in that heated moment, his gaze burning into mine as he takes what he wants, and I give in completely, loving every second of it.

He groans, his head falling back as the overwhelming sensation overtakes him, but then his eyes snap open, locking onto me with that fiery, wild heat. I can feel how close he is, the way his cock swells and pulses, desperate for release, chasing that final rush. But I’m not letting him have it. Not yet. I want him to crave me more, to burn with so much need that I’m the only thing on his mind, the only thing he’ll ever want.

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