Page 14 of December's Ride with Scar

"Evelyn," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire and love.

She tries to pull away from me, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her in place. How can I be addicted to her? In an instant?

“Scar, you don't have too…” she mumbles.

"You know I won't ever say no to this, right? You taste so good, and seeing your reaction while I touch you is the biggest turn on."

She blushes, and I can see her shiver again.

"I can't believe how much that turns you on. Before…" she says quietly, but stops.

It’s easy to see where she is going with this. The guys before thought it was a chore. I won't have her thinking I’m doing this because I have to.

“Sweetheart, this is formypleasure. It’s just a bonus that you get enjoyment from it, too. Averygood bonus,” I say before diving back in.

Her moans become louder as I play with her clit, driving her higher and higher. I thrust two fingers into her and her core clamps around me.

If the way her pussy is fluttering around my fingers is any indication, she is close. Praying that I’m proven I'm right, I continue my exploration.

"Scar," she gasps, clutching at my hair as she tries to hold herself together. "Stop…please…"

“Let go, sweetheart, and come for me.”

As her hips begin to sway unconsciously with my movements, her hands tightly grip the sheets. Then her cries become louder, before she clamps down on my fingers and I feel the rush of her release as she cries out my name. Her body shudders in my hands, and I can't help but think that she was meant for me – and me for her.

I remove my fingers from her wet center slowly, loving the feeling of the juices coating my skin. Then I kiss her inner thighs as I look into her luminous eyes. "You are beautiful," I whisper, because I love every curve of her body, and I want her to know it.

Standing, I begin pulling off my clothes. Suddenly, they feel like they are weighing me down and I desperately want to be skin-on-skin. When I pull down my boxers, my cock springs free.

Her eyes go wide.

Before she can have any second thoughts, I climb in bed and settle between her spread thighs.

“I'll be gentle, baby,” I promise. “Are you ready?”

Once she nods, I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom. I will only wear them until we are married. It might be silly, but I made myself the promise that going bare is only something I'd share with my wife, and it would be on our wedding night. Even though I know this woman is going to be my wife, it's not a compromise I'm willing to make.

I carefully roll the condom down over my hard length because even the slightest touch is torture with how worked up I am. When I look at Evelyn, her eyes are wide with anticipation, and I know this is a moment we'll both remember forever. Reaching behind her, I remove her bra, wanting as little between us.

Feeling the warmth of her against me, I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, ever so carefully, I push inside her. She lets out a soft moan as I enter her, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening again to meet mine. I've never wanted someone's eyes on me more than I want to see hers as I enter her.

"I can feel you everywhere," she says. Even though her voice is a whisper, I can hear amazement and excitement in her voice.

“Baby, I wish I could make you understand how incredible you feel to me,” I say, as I slowly keep thrusting.

Her nails dig into my back, her hips rocking with me, meeting me stroke for stroke. The feeling of her being so tight around me is so mind-blowing, but almost too much to bear. She moans softly each time I move deeper inside her, each sound fueling the fire within me.

I kiss her deeply, our breaths mingling as the intensity builds between us. Her back arches as I feel her start to flutter around me.

While I don't want this to ever end, I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I want to make sure she comes before I do.

Slipping my hand between us, I stroke her clit as she tightens around me.

She gasps as I play with her nub, her breath hitching and her eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure. Her cries grow louder, more urgent, and I can feel her muscles clenching tighter around me with each stroke.

"Don't stop," she whispers right before her entire body tenses, and she climaxes so beautifully.

Her pussy rips my cum from me and I groan, feeling the strongest orgasm of my life.

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