Page 66 of The Devil's Scars

He brought his right hand to his mouth, sucked on three fingers. She felt her pussy spasm as she realized that he was both licking them clean of her arousal and preparing them for more. She moaned and closed her eyes.

“Open!” he commanded as he slid his hand across her stomach. “Now.”

She looked at him, just as he plunged three fingers into her. She gave a wild, low cry, stunned at just how good this man felt. He knew her body, God help her, and her body knew him, too. It felt like his touch was unthawing her, somehow, or bringing her alive in ways that she’d never been before.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in wonder. “The way you look at me when you’re this close… I swear, I can see your soul, Zoe. Give it to me, baby. Give me everything that you have.”

And at his words, she did. Her whole body clenched and released, over and over, and Zoe gave Scars the first orgasm that she’d ever had with just a man’s fingers. She cried out and stared at him, watched his fierce expression as she gave him what he wanted, and the thought that this man could do this to her at a mere touch set her body trembling once more.

“Scars,” she gasped, disbelieving at still being so hungry, eager, needy. “I think I’m going to –”

“Yeah, you are,” he said roughly. “C’mon now, baby. I want another one.”

“I – I –” She threw her head back, breaking eye contact, and even though his hand tightened in her hair again, he didn’t seem to mind this time. Her neck arched, and she dug her head into the desk, her palms pressed flat to brace herself for more. “Oh… oh, God…”

The three large fingers were pushing harder now, using her slick release to help find that sweet, melting spot so deep inside. Mindlessly, she helped him by lifting her hips a tiny bit, and just like that, with that slight change of angle, he hit it, hit the hidden, secret place that she’d only ever located with her magic vibrator, the one that angled just the right way. She screamed, and Scars rubbed his thumb over her throbbing clit.

“That’s it, baby.” He pressed on her little pearl, let up, pressed again, the whole time pushing on her g-spot in tiny, controlled thrusts. “Let it go, Zoe. Let it all fucking go.”

“Scars…” It was a sob, a plea, a prayer. “Please… please…”

“I know, baby. You’re there… go on, now. Go over the edge. I’ll catch you, I promise.”

When she came this time, she couldn’t make a single noise: all Zoe could do was let herself get washed away by the waves, let herself turn into an exploding star of sensations.

She let go of every single earthly, grounded, logical thing – and she let herself fly.

When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised at the moisture on her cheeks, on her thighs. Scars was stroking her tumbled hair back off her forehead, his large right hand on her belly, gently holding her in place. At her tears, his face softened, softened in the way that she’d seen that night in the back room, and he kissed her lips. She tasted herself on them, and she was taken aback at how sweet she was in his mouth.

“That was incredible, baby,” he muttered, and she smiled, knowing that he meant it. His fingers moved up her stomach, between her breasts, over her lips. They were soaked with her release, and she blushed. “You are just the most amazing, delicious little thing, you know that?”

“I –”

The loud, almost-aggressive knock at the office door scared the life out of Zoe, and she jumped. Scars turned with a curse, and bellowed at the door.

“What?”

“Scars? We gotta talk, man. Now.”

“Wolf,” Zoe whispered, and she squirmed away from Scars, off the desk. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

“What?” Scars said, watching her scrambling to collect her clothes and boots, admiring her tattooed curves even in her obvious panic. “What’s the problem?”

“Shhhh,” she hissed. “Don’t let him know that I’m here.”

“What?” Scars said for a third time. “Why the fuck not?”

“Scars!” The door handle started to turn, then when Wolf found it was locked, he gave the door a hearty kick. “No fuckin’ joke, Innis. Whoever she is, she can wait.”

Zoe squeaked and dashed out the second door, the one leading to the emergency exit. Scars watched, utterly stunned and in shocked disbelief, as she actually ran out of his office butt-naked – chances were that nobody was outside that door, to be true, but still. The woman had opted to leave his presence butt-naked, instead of letting her oldest friend see her with Scars.

Wait. She’s ashamed of me? Ashamed to have Wolf see her with me?

Jesus. What do I have to do for her?

“Scars!” Wolf thundered. “Seriously, man…”

“OK, OK!” Scars shouted back, grabbing all the papers off the floor and piling them on the desk. “Coming…”

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