Page 49 of Sinful Scars

Elle cries out as she comes, her entire body shaking as her pussy pulses around my fingers.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I work her through her orgasm.

My jaw aches from clenching it so hard, trying my hardest not to come in my pants as Elle trembles with the aftermath of her release.

Making Elle come is the single greatest experience of my life, not that there were many others to compete with.

As she gasps for breath, my fingers still buried inside her tight heat, I know that I should get the hell out of her apartment before she decides to use this moment to trap me into revealing myself.

She might think she’s at my mercy, but it’s the other way around. All it would take is her to reach over and turn on her bedside light for it to all be over.

But having her come on my hand is not enough.

I need totasteher.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I slide my fingers out of her pussy and throw back the sheet.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans as she realizes what I want.

A smile tugs at my lips at how desperate she is for more.

I wish I could see her face, to see the need in her eyes as I spread her soft thighs and start to lower my mouth toward her pussy.

I take a moment to hover my mouth above her, letting my breath tickle her sensitive clit.

Elle’s legs tremble as I move to grip the backs of her thighs, holding her steady as I finally drag my tongue along her pussy.

I almost climax at the first taste of her.

She’s dripping wet from her first release and so fuckingsweet that I have to take a second to breathe and try and calm myself down. As easy as it would be to unbutton my pants and start stroking my cock so we could come together, I want all of my attention to be on Elle.

My pleasure can wait.

I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue.

She whimpers softly when I ignore her clit, but I know she’ll be sensitive, so I focus my attention on her entrance, circling it with my tongue.

When I still don’t give her what she wants, her fingers sink into my hair, and I tense.

This is going too far.

But as she arches against me and I sink my tongue deep inside her, I soon forget my morals.

“So good,” she moans as I start to fuck her with my tongue.

Her fingers in my hair have me groaning against her pussy.

When I finally slide my tongue along her core and flick her clit, she grips my hair tight and holds me against her as her hips buck.

It’s a fucking miracle I haven’t come in my pants from her moans alone.

“Please,” Elle pants as I swirl my tongue around her clit so softly I barely touch it. “Don’t…don’tteaseme.”

A chuckle spills from my lips at her desperate pleas.

“I need to come.”

“You can come when I say so,” I grunt.

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