Page 68 of Sinful Scars

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, moving his hand to cup the back of my head as he slides his cock out of me before thrusting all the way back in.

It’s so thick and hard that I can barely think straight from the pleasure surging through me.

I cry out as it grazes the sensitive inner wall of my pussy.

I’ve never experienced pleasure like this, and it’s all I can do to remember to breathe as he starts thrusting inside me harder, his grunts and moans ringing in my ears as his own release builds.

My mouth explores his neck, his jaw, as he moves inside me.

I wish I could see his face, to see the pleasure in his eyes as he fucks me, but this will have to be enough. To feel his hard muscles beneath my fingertips, to taste him on the tip of my tongue as a slight sheen of sweat starts to coat his skin.

“Harder.” I sink my heels into his back.

“So greedy.” He sucks on my neck.

But he does as I ask, pulling out just until the tip teases my entrance before thrusting back inside me so hard that my bed slams against the wall.

“Yes!”

“Elle…” He tugs at my hair as he increases his pace, his breathing coming in heavy pants. The sharp pain has me gasping, but it soon turns to pleasure as he thrusts inside me again.

“Touch yourself, Elle. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His words have my cheeks burning, but I do as he says.

He shifts his body so that he’s hovering over me, giving me room to reach between us. He stills inside me as I tentatively brush my finger over my clit. It’s still so swollen and sensitive from before that I whimper.

“I-I can’t.”

“I know it’s sensitive.” His lips brush over my cheek. “But it will feel so good. Do you trust me?”

I nod without hesitation.

“Rub your clit, Elle.” He slides out of me.

I bite down on my lower lip as I press down on my clit at the same time that he thrusts his cock inside me. The rush of pleasure has me crying out as I clench around him, but I don’t stop.

My fingers grow slick with my arousal, and I start working myself faster, in time with his movements.

He hovers his lips over mine, our moans tangling together as we both chase our release.

“Fuck, Elle, I’m coming,” he grunts as he buries his head in my neck, pounding into me so hard that my eyes roll.

“Me too,” I gasp as I rub my clit harder.

“That’s it,dushenka, come on my cock.”

Him calling me darling mixed with the feeling of his breath on my neck is enough to send me over the edge.

I cry out with my release, and with one last thrust inside me he joins me.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he spills inside me, my pussy pulsing around his thick length, taking every last drop he gives me.

“Oh, my god.”

My eyes roll as his release drips down my inner thighs.

I collapse back against the pillows. “That was amazing.”

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