Page 67 of Greased

Now that the gates have been broken, there’s no way either of us could stop at this point.

My hands roam around her back and with a flick of my fingers, her bra comes loose. She chuckles as she shakes it off. “Handy little trick.”

I wink at her, “That’s not the only handy thing I can do with my fingers.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. My eyes can’t help but stare at her throat and the desperate feeling inside me that calls to mark her there so everyone including that fuckwit Wyatt knows that she’s mine.

“Smooth, baby,” Scarlett whispers as her laughter fades. She wraps her arms around my neck. I feel my knees falter at the feeling of her unclothed skin pressed against my chest.

I grip either side of her face as I bring her lips back to mine. The hunger has slowly faded but it’s obvious neither of us are able to stop. Her hands stay wrapped around my neck.

I allow mine to travel down her body yet again. This time without the interruption of fabric, I’m able to take in every inch of her body. My fingers graze the sides of her breasts. She moans into my mouth at the touch and it's like the sound reignites the hunger in me.

I grip her ass in my hands and haul her up into my body. Her legs instantly wrap around my body.

I slowly begin to walk towards the vague memory of where her bed is, praying I don’t trip on anything. Her hands dislodge from around my neck as I throw her own on her rumpled bed.

While so much has changed in Scarlett from the person she was before her accident to who she is now, her aversion for a made bed has clearly stuck.

I’m finally able to take my fill in of her. Her tits sit rounded on her chest. Just by look alone, I know that they will be the perfect handful. My brain starts to run with ideas on just how many filthy things I can do to defile them. My eyes continue their trek down her body. I can sense her nervousness as she begins to close her legs. My hands snap out, startling her as I stop them from closing.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, Princess,” I growl.

“Pike…” she whimpers as the fight begins to leave her body. Little does she know it but she’s slowly giving herself over to me. Something that I have been desperate for for a long time.

I chuckle as I slowly lower myself to my knees. My face coming at a perfect height to take in her lace covered pussy.

“I’ll take good care of you.” I know she notices the double meaning behind my words. I don’t shelter them for a single moment. She deserves them. She deserves the fucking world.

I grab the lace at her hips and slowly start pulling them down her legs. Once they are off, I begin my ascent back up her thighs. I take my time, peppering kisses as I go.

She begins to squirm, obviously becoming frustrated at how long I’m taking. But I savour it. Anytime spent between her legs is a fucking blessing. One I refuse to rush through.

I finally reach the apex of her thighs. Her pussy fucking glistens. My mouth waters as I take her in.

“Pike, please…” she moans, the desperation in her becoming unbearable as she begs for me.

“That’s right, Princess. Fucking beg for me. Beg me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Pike, I need…” She cuts off as my hot breath blows over her pussy. She grips the sheets as her back arches.

“Tell me, Scar.”

“Pike, I need you to lick me,” she finally says, lifting her head to look down at my position in between her legs. I quirk my eyebrow at her waiting for the word I know she knows I need.

“Please, Pike,” she begs and I crack. Before she can utter another word, I swipe my tongue from up her cunt. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I groan. I go back in for another swipe and chuckle at the guttural moan she releases as I continue eating my new favourite meal.

It doesn’t take long before I feel Scarlett’s orgasm begin to build. I bring my fingers up and slide two digits into her. She screams out her release at the first thrust of my fingers and I continue slowly fucking them in and out of her as her orgasm retreats.

I stand, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Pike, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might explode.” She looks at me wide eyed. The aftershocks of her orgasm are still bright in her eyes.

I hesitate. Fuck.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing the look on my face.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. When I came to pick you up I wasn’t expecting this,” I murmur, tipping my head back and needinga moment to collect myself. I startle when I feel fingers begin to wrap around my legs.

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