Page 67 of Sinful Scars

“Oh fuck, yes, come for me, Elle,” he growls before wrapping his lips around my clit.

I don’t need to be asked twice.

I scream.

My fingers tug on his hair, holding him in place as I grind against his tongue, my body trembling as he continues to work me through my orgasm. All I can hear is the sound of his tongue lapping up my arousal, and I almost come again just from that alone.

Just when I think I’m done, another wave of pleasure hits me, and I cry out as my pussy continues to pulse.

“Well done,dushenka.” He slows his pace, his tongue licking along my center.

Once I’m completely spent, I collapse against the pillows, gasping for breath as my pussy continues to pulse with the aftermath of my orgasm.

“I could do that all night.” He gently strokes my thighs.

I can’t seem to form any words to respond, which has him chuckling.

I can’t even protest when he removes his hands from my thighs and the bed shifts as he gets to his feet and there’s the sound of a belt hitting the floor.

This is it.

The high of my release quickly turns to nerves as I listen to him remove the rest of his clothes.

Iwantto do this, but that doesn’t mean I’m not apprehensive. I haven’t forgotten the fact that I still have no idea who this man is. But he knows me, perhaps better than anyone, and that thought is reassuring as he places his hands back on my thighs and parts them gently.

“Are you sure about this?” It’s as if he can hear the thoughts inside my head.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching out to run my hands over his broad shoulders.

He moves over my body, settling himself between my thighs.

The moment the head of his cock brushes against my entrance, my pussy becomes even wetter.

“We can stop at any point.” He presses a kiss to my neck and then my jaw.

“Okay.” I relax with each touch of his lips.

As he kisses my mouth, he gently pushes inside me.

I gasp at the size of him, and he stills, letting me adjust before thrusting inside me all the way.

I cry out.

“Well done,schast’ye.”

I’ve never felt sofull.

“Oh god, it feels so good.” I bury my face in his neck.

His body is so warm and comforting, and I breathe in his musky scent as he slowly starts to move inside me.

He’s taking his time, letting me adjust as he slides out of me.

I whimper at the emptiness, and then he’s pushing himself back in, groaning in my ear as I clench around him.

I tighten my arms around him, pulling him even closer as tears sting my eyes. Not from pain, but from overwhelm.

I knew it would feel good, but I didn’t expect it to feelthisgood.

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