Page 44 of Scar

“I know you weren’t. I’m telling you that I want you. I want you to erase every thought, every mark, every violating memory I have from Layton. I want to only feel you. I want to only think of you,” I express. My voice wobbles as it cracks with my nervousness, and when the silence seems to stretch for too long, my arms instinctively move to wrap around my waist, trying to hide myself from him.

“Don’t you fucking dare try and cover yourself up,” Scar growls. I blink and look into his eyes. He lifts the hem of his T-shirt over his head, revealing his broad hard body. Keeping his eyes on me, he kicks his boots off and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles before he kicks them away. His thick and extremely hard length glistens with pre-cum at the tip. “You see what you do to me? Fuck, you don’t even have to touch me and I’m near cumming in my fucking pants,” he says as he stalks toward me. He wraps his hand around his shaft and pumps his hand once, twice, before swiping his thumb over the tip. He stops in front of me. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

My lips part as he glides his thumb into my mouth, my tongue tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. A deep growl radiates from his chest, and he swiftly removes his thumb and bends down, grabbing me under my behind and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us into his bedroom and lays me delicately down on the bed like I’m made of china.

“I thought you were going to fuck me for the world to see?” I ask him as he crawls over my body, positioning himself between my legs. He leans on his elbow and looks down on me, a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh I will, but remember what I said, Angel? I plan on filling you until my cum is running down your thighs. Right now, Ineed to feel your pussy, and right now I want nothing more than to show you exactly what fucking should be like. Are you ready for my cock?” he asks.

I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out as he glides the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. He lets out a deep moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re ready. I haven’t even touched you and you’re soaking wet for me,” he rasps as he slowly fills me inch by inch. His teeth are gritted tight and I know he’s holding back, trying to be careful, worried he will hurt me. He won’t. I know he won't.

It already feels a million times better than I’ve ever experienced.

He pauses once he’s fully seated within me, giving my body time to accommodate to his size. “Fuck, you feel fucking incredible,” he groans. “You okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

“More than okay,” I answer honestly. I rock my hips up a little, a moan escaping my lips. That’s a good enough answer for him as he begins to slowly move his hips, rocking in and out of me. He reaches down and cups my breast before bending down and taking my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my pebbled nub. “Oh god,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet his. My nails dig into his back as pleasure begins to build deep within me. “I need...” I moan.

“Tell me what you need,” he pants.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I’ve never felt pleasure in sex, not in the slightest, but I can feel it building, wanting more but I don’t know how to reach it.

He picks up his pace, thrusting inside me. My tits bounce with each thrust, and as the pleasure grows, my walls begin to tighten. Scar groans. “Fuck, I can feel you’re already close, Angel.” He thrusts harder and faster, a sheen of sweat coating his chest as the muscles in his neck strain tight. “You need to cum for me now, Angel. Cum. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growls.He grabs my hips and slams into me, digging his fingers into the flesh of my behind. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning as pleasure strikes at my core. My walls clamp around him tightly as my orgasm spreads through my entire body. My back arches in response.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out. Scar continues to pound into me, once, twice, and on the third time he throws his head back, a deep growl escaping him as he climaxes, filling me with his seed. An overwhelming feeling takes over me in this moment. His words, the love he’s shown me, it all overwhelms me.

Scar looks down at me as he sees the tears trickle from my eyes. “Shit,” he says, panicked. “I’ve hurt you. Fuck.” He moves to pull out of me, but I tighten my legs around him, keeping him there. He pauses, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me Angel, tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads.

I sniff and smile, shaking my head. “I’m fine, no I’m perfect. This is...” I pause. “You, everything, I—” Pausing again, I try to gather the words I want to say. “I just love you.” I let out a small laugh. “I have never felt this before. This is a surreal and...” I let out another laugh. “Fucking mind-blowingly, eye-opening, heart stopping, jaw droppingly amazing!” I giggle.

His grin deepens. “Yeah, it fucking is,” he agrees.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SCAR

After fuckingElsie two more times in my bed, I didn’t think she could be more beautiful, but that was until I watched her riding and taking my cock. Watching her chase the pleasure my cock was giving her, the way she looked down on me with hooded eyes, her auburn hair framing her. Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I wanted to fuck her against the window, hell I wanted to fuck her for the rest of the fucking day and night, but unfortunately Pres rang calling church. I was hoping it was just a check in, because I didn’t want no more fucking drama. Elsie and I had gone through our fair fucking share. This was the smooth sailing part, because it had to be.

As we walk through the club, I spot Star with Maggie, Josie, and Belle all sat on the couch talking while the kids play and Belle feeds. “Go sit with them. I won’t be long,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. She nods, but I notice the apprehension in her body. “Star, look after my woman!” I yell over, catching Star’s attention. I give her a pointed look and she nods. Getting up, she approaches Elsie and hooks her arm through hers before leading her over to the couch. Knowing she’s okay, I head into the room where all my brothers are sat waiting.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Ghost snaps.

“I took Elsie on my bike and gave her a tour of my apartment.” I shrug.

“Fucking longest tour of a one bedroomed apartment I’ve ever known,” Hawk mocks.

I flip him off, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Alright, fuck. Glad to see you are finally happy and back to yourself, but we have business to take care of, runs that need doing, and deals that need to be made. Now you’ve got an ol’ lady, you’re going to need the money.” Ghost smirks and the brothers with ol’ ladies all mumble their agreements. “We’ve got shipments coming in on Wednesday, then we need to do a drop to the Satan’s where Rip will oversee the distribution to our various clients. I want us all in on this. It’s a big amount and worth a lot of money. We close on this, that is enough of a pay day to sort us for the rest of the fucking year. Plus right now, we currently have no one fucking trying to shoot our asses,” Ghost orders. His shoulders are relaxed with no tension in sight, unlike recent meetings. “Also to add Happ, I want you with us as well,” Ghost says, catching Happ’s attention from the far side of the room.

Happ stands straighter and nods. “Yes, Pres.” He nods.

Ghost reaches beside him and slams a cut down on the table. “But before you come on the run with us, you will need this,” he says, standing.

Happ smiles and walks towards Ghost who is holding out his new cut. We all cheer and slam our hands down on the table as Ghost helps him slides his new cut on. “You’ve fucking earned this patch, brother. You are now our brother in arms, a patched member of the fucking Black Hearts MC!” Ghost roars. We erupt in cheers, hoots and hollers, and Happ grins from ear to fucking ear.

“Thank you, Pres. I won’t fucking let you or my brothers down,” he says with gratitude. I place my index finger and thumb in the edge of my mouth and whistle.

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