Page 48 of Sinful Scars

She moans again, and I graze my thumb over the hard bud, pinching it through the material between my thumb and forefinger.

Fuck, I’ve dreamed of touching her like this for so long.

She’s so perfect, so soft, and my cock is painfully throbbing in my pants as I try not to imagine what it would be like to have her pinned beneath me, to hear her cries of pleasure in my ear as I fuck her.

“Please,” she whispers as she starts to guide my hand lower.

My head is screaming at me to stop but when the feeling of silk beneath my fingertips turns to bare skin, I groan as I realize she’s completely naked from the waist down.

“Fuck.”

I trace my fingers along her lower belly.

Shereallywants this.

I let her guide my hand lower, and I gently stroke my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh, trying to stifle a groan as they come away wet.

“Please.”

It’s all the confirmation I need before moving my hand between her legs and running my finger along the folds of her pussy.

She’s already so swollen and wet, and I shudder as my cock starts to leak in my pants.

I gently tease her entrance with my forefinger, coating it in her arousal before running it along the length of her core.

When I graze her clit, her body jerks, and she lets out a cry of pleasure that has my cock twitching.

So responsive.

I take my time exploring her pussy with my fingers, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure she makes.

I didn’t think she could be any more addicting, but being able to touch her like this is giving me a high no drug would be able to compete with.

When Elle starts writhing beneath my touch, growing frustrated that I’m not giving her what she wants, I sink my finger inside her, groaning as she clenches around me.

She grinds against my hand, and I waste no time sinking a second finger inside her while my thumb starts to work her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moans as I start pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.

My hand is soaked with her arousal and from the way her moans of pleasure are becoming louder, I know it won’t be long until I have her screaming.

I pump my fingers faster, using her moans as my guide.

The sound of my fingers moving in and out of her drenched folds has my cock straining against my zipper.

What I would give to pull her into my lap and sink her down onto my length, letting her ride my cock like she’s trying to ride my hand.

“Christ,” I hiss under my breath.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” she pants.

When I curl my fingers inside her, her legs start to shake, and she reaches out to grip my forearm.

“Yes!” She sinks her nails into the material of my shirt sleeve as she grinds against my hand.

I apply more pressure to her clit, bring her closer to the edge as my fingers graze against the sensitivespot inside her.

For a moment, her entire body tenses, and then a rush of wetness floods my hand.

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