Page 66 of Sinful Scars

My hips buck against his hand.

“Fuck. I want that.”

Not being able to see means that I’m solely focused on the sound of his fingers moving inside me. The sound is so erotic that my orgasm is already building from just a few pumps of his fingers.

“I need you.”

He’s quiet for a moment before sliding his fingers out of me.

A sob almost escapes me at the empty feeling, but then his body is moving over me and when he presses his lower body into me, I gasp as his hard cock grinds against my pussy.

“Is this what you want?” he murmurs against my lips.

My eyes roll as he rubs his erection against my clit, and I can only moan, which causes him to chuckle.

He grinds into my harder, and I cry out, my hands clinging to his shoulders as pleasure courses through my body.

Even through his pants, I can feel how large he is, and my pussy clenches at the thought of him burying himself inside me.

“I’m going to take that as yes.” He chuckles.

“Yes.” My nipples rub against his bare chest.

He groans, reaching up to cup one of my breasts.

“The things I want to do to you, Elle,” he groans before bending down to take my nipple in his mouth.

“Do whatever you want.” I arch into his touch.

His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks on the sensitive bud.

I moan as my fingers sink into his hair to hold him in place.

It’s silky to the touch and long enough that I can grip it tightly.

“You might regret saying that.” His breath tickles my sensitive nipple.

“As long as I come, I won’t,” I grit out.

“Trust me,schast’ye, you’re going to come.” With one last kiss to my breast, he moves down my body, making sure to kiss and lick at my skin as he goes.

By the time he runs his tongue along my core, my legs are trembling, and I moan so loud I’m tempted to shut the window so I don’t wake my neighbors.

But then his tongue brushes over my clit, and I don’t care.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he groans before sinking his tongue inside me.

“Yes!” I cry out, sinking my fingers into his hair to hold him in place.

He groans against me as I tug at the roots, my hips bucking against his face as he licks my pussy.

As soon as he runs his tongue along my center and starts to suck my clit, it doesn’t take long for my release to build.

Nothing has ever felt so right as his warm hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer against his mouth. It’s like he knows my body better than I do.

No man has ever gotten me so worked up so fast.

When my thighs start trembling on either side of his head and my moans grow louder, so do his, and I can’t deny how much I enjoy hearing him enjoying himself too.

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