Page 50 of Sinful Scars

Sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, I tilt her hips to give me greater access before wrapping my lips around her swollen clit.

I suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves as I sink twofingers deep inside her core, no longer wanting to take my time.

I want to make her scream.

“Oh, yes!” Her inner walls clench around my fingers. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

I increase my pace, working my fingers in time with my tongue.

She’s dripping wet, and I eagerly lap up every drop, moaning at the sweet taste as her arousal drips down my chin.

Her fingers stay buried in my hair, holding me in place as she squirms against my mouth as her release builds.

“I-I’m close,” she gasps.

I moan at her words, trying to ignore my aching cock as I lick and suck at her clit.

Her moans of pleasure have turned to whimpers, and her thighs tremble on either side of my head.

“Elle,” I growl against her pussy.

Her name on my lips sends her crashing over the edge.

Her fingers dig painfully into my scalp as she floods my face with her release, and I fucking love it.

My own hips move, my cock desperate for some form of friction as I work Elle through her orgasm.

Eventually, her body relaxes, and she releases her grip on my hair, but I don’t stop licking and sucking at her clit until she lets out a sigh of contentment.

That’s my sweet girl.

I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night making her come, but she needs sleep.

With one last kiss to each thigh, I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy and lift my head.

Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I reach down to squeeze my cock with the other.

I’m rock hard, and the thought of Elle wrapping her delicate fingers around my length has me hissing through my teeth.

But I shouldn’t be indulging such thoughts. Not when I’ve stayed too long already.

I need to get the hell out of here.

Thankfully, Elle seems to have drifted straight to sleep from the sounds of her breathing, and a smug smile tugs at my lips knowing that I wore her out.

After adjusting the sheet back over her sleeping form, I get to my feet.

My cock strains painfully against my zipper, and as much as I want to take myself in my hand right here right now, I need to go.

If Elle were to wake up while my cock was out and rock hard, there would be no way I wouldn’t end up buried inside her.

I’ll have to make do with getting off to the taste of her on my tongue.

As I head back to my car, I silently vow that what just happened between us will never happen again. I crossed a line and as incredible as it was to make Elle come, I came too close to revealing myself.

I need to remember my priorities.

I’m not just protecting Elle from my father, but from myself too.

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