Page 32 of The Devil's Scars

“Scars,” she said, and he heard need and want in his name. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?” he said, lifting her hips slightly, and rubbing his cock against her sex. “Use your words.”

“Inside me. Please… please…”

“I’m not a white knight, Zoe, and I sure as hell am not a choir boy. I want words. Dirty ones.”

She flushed, embarrassed but also incredibly aroused. She’d never asked a guy to do anything explicit, and she was suddenly afraid that she couldn’t.

He saw her confusion and hesitation, and gave her a lingering, sweet kiss. “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want. Anything you ask for, I’ll do it.”

“Scars…”

“Hmmm?” He pressed the tip of his cock against her clit, just held it there. A promise unfulfilled that was being teasingly withheld. “Yes?”

“Scars…” Her back arched as she realized that she was actually seconds away from coming. “Scars…”

“Right here.”

“Please fuck me.”

His arousal roared beyond belief, and he groaned. “Oh, hell, yeah. Baby, I can do that.”

Scars pressed the tip of his cock to her slick channel, and she closed her eyes at how it felt for him to be right there, right against her aching need. He kissed her as he pushed inside her, his tongue probing her mouth and his cock probing her hot centre, and without any warning at all, without any idea that this was going to happen, Zoe climaxed.

Her fingernails dug into his back, breaking the skin, and she held on to him, shuddering and gasping, unable to believe that she was actually coming. It had never happened to her before, that she had an orgasm at a man simply sliding inside her, but Scars seemed to have that effect on her.

Scars couldn’t believe it, and he could tell that she couldn’t either, but he fucking loved it. He just stayed still, holding her writhing, shaking body close, and watched Zoe’s face as she lost herself in his arms for the first time.

She collapsed onto his chest now, her body still rippling with little aftershocks. She turned her panting mouth into his neck, caught her breath, still stunned and dizzy.

“Oh, my God,” she said at last. “I’ve never done that before. I mean, I’ve done that before, but I’ve never done that so quickly before.””

“I’ve never had anyone do that so quickly before,” he said, his hands stroking her back, helping her to quiet. “I wonder if it’s a World Record?”

She huffed out a laugh, lifted her face from his throat and met his blazing gaze. “Impossible to officially verify, even if it was.”

“I’d be happy to perform again in front of a committee. Just ask, baby.”

She giggled. “You did say that you’d do anything that I asked…”

“You want to ask for something else?”

“Yes.”

“I’m listening.”

“Please fuck me.” She rotated her hips slowly, took him a bit deeper. “Because, technically, you haven’t yet. Not really.”

“You alright for me to keep going, Zoe?” he said. “Are you too sensitive?”

“I’m OK,” she whispered against his mouth. “Just… go slow. At first.”

“OK. I will, I promise.”

Scars started to rock slowly and gently, watching her to make sure it wasn’t too much, too fast. She lifted her hips to meet him as he pressed in and retreated, every entry a bit further, a bit deeper, and she was moaning as he reached and touched and stroked her in places that she didn’t even know she had hidden in her body.

Finally, he was all the way inside her, buried to the hilt and she tightened her legs on either side of his, pulling him closer, pulling him in. He withdrew one final time, then thrust inside her as far as possible. They both cried out and he pressed his lips to the pulse in her beautiful throat, letting her get used to having all of him inside her.

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