Page 61 of The Scars of Us

When she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me to her, urging me to enter her, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. Gripping her hips, I thrust inside her, sinking my cock deep within her pussy as I captured her mouth with mine.

Kaiya’s nails dug into my back as I pounded in and out of her. Moving my hands to her ass, I lifted her upwards. Her pussy clenched tighter around my dick from the slight movement. Her moans increased with each of my strokes. Finding orgasm, her body shuddered as she cried out my name, waves of pleasure finally overtaking her.

As she throbbed around me, I could feel my release approaching. I moved my hands around to spread her thighs, burying myself further inside her.

Pulling out, I shot my cum on Kaiya’s breasts and stomach, loving how it looked on her flawless skin. I rolled off next to her before catching my breath and getting up to grab a towel for her.

As I stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze had traveled to my dick, and the lustful look in her eyes caused me to get hard again. “You want more, baby?”

She bit her bottom lip as she nodded. I was on her within seconds, and I spent the rest of the night showing her how her body was meant to be worshiped.

I left Ryker’s at around three in the morning. He wanted me to stay, but I’d already broken one of my rules for him, and that was enough for me for one night. It scared me how easy it was for me to break them for him, but I was happy for once in my life, and I wanted to focus on that and all the other wonderful things Ryker made me feel.

My whole body felt amazing, like I had a full body massage that released all the stress and tension plaguing me. Ryker was definitely gifted, and he spent so many hours showing me exactly how talented he was. The way his rough hands were able to caress me so softly, how he used that delicious mouth to please me so expertly, and how every movement was used to show me how my body should’ve been treated all along blew my mind.

I slept late Saturday, exhausted from my amazing night with Ryker. When I checked my phone, I had several text messages from both Ryker and Bryce. I opened up Ryker’s first, a smile involuntarily spreading over my face as I thought about him.

Ryker: Good morning beautiful

Me: Good morning

About a minute passed before he replied:

Ryker: You free today?

My fingers started typing my reply automatically:

Me: Yes :)

Ryker: Pick you up in an hour?

Me: Ok :)

Before I got out of bed, I looked at Bryce’s message:

Bryce: Haven’t heard from you in a while everything ok?

Me: Yeah I’m good

Bryce: When can I see you again?

Shit.I needed to tell him that I couldn’t hook up with him anymore, but I felt terrible about it. He’d been there for me when I needed him, understanding when most guys would’ve blown me off. I hesitantly typed the text, but my thumb hovered over the send button. After several seconds, I finally pressed it.

Me: I can’t see you like that anymore but I still want to be friends

My phone started ringing as Bryce’s number popped up on my screen. I swiped the reject key and left my phone on the bed to get ready before Ryker arrived. I heard the phone ringing again as I hopped in the shower, but I ignored it.Hopefully, he’ll understand.

Once I finished getting ready, I put on a pair of jeans and an off-the-shoulder tee before putting on some light make-up. I’d always been okay with using a small compact mirror because I didn’t see every feature at once, so I didn’t seehim.Otherwise, who knew what I would go outside looking like.

As I went downstairs to meet Ryker, I looked at my phone and noticed that I had more missed calls and text messages from Bryce. I’d have to figure out how to deal with that later before it blew up in my face, but I was too excited about going out with Ryker that I pushed my worries aside.

He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs again, wearing a snug, white Henley shirt that looked ridiculously amazing on him, but he looked good in everything. Ryker would look hot even in a garbage bag.

Once I reached him, he picked me up in a hug. Slowly, he let me slide down his body before kissing me deeply. I was beginning to understand what Ryker meant about addiction, because he was becoming my own personal drug, especially when he kissed me like that, to where I felt it all the way in my toes.

“Ready to go?” he asked after he pulled away from me.

“Yes. Where are we going?”

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