Page 75 of The Scout

I reached for my belt, unfastened it with a sharp tug, then unzipped my pants and shoved them down. My cock was already hard, already aching, already needing her the way I always fucking did.

I stepped closer.

She didn’t hesitate.

She dropped to her knees without a word, her fingers wrapping around the base of my cock, her lips parting as she took me into her mouth.

My head fell back, a groan ripping from my throat as the heat of her mouth surrounded me.

“Fuck, Isabel,” I gritted out, my fingers digging into her scalp as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside. She moaned softly, the vibration sending a shudder down my spine, and when she looked up at me—lips wrapped around my cock, eyes dark, wide, fucking hungry—I almost lost it right then.

I tightened my grip, guiding her, setting the pace, watching as she obeyed every movement, took me deeper, hollowed her cheeks and sucked like she wanted to ruin me. My breath turned ragged, my thighs tensing as she worked me over, her tongue pressing, teasing, making my world fucking explode.

I clenched my jaw, my body tightening, that pressure coiling in my gut, sharp and overwhelming. I was about to come, but not like this. Not yet.

I pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. She let out a soft whimper, her pupils blown, her cheeks flushed.

I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. “Back on the bed,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. “Now.”

She obeyed immediately, crawling back onto the mattress, her legs spreading slightly, her breathing shallow. I climbed over her, yanking her shorts down, dragging her panties with them. She was already soaked, her thighs slick, her body trembling in anticipation.

I didn’t waste time.

I buried my face between her legs, my tongue sliding through her wetness, groaning at the way she tasted—sweet, hot, fucking perfect.

She gasped, arching against my mouth, her hands flying to my hair, gripping, pulling, but I didn’t stop. I devoured her, my tongue circling her clit before dipping lower, fucking into her, tasting her, drinking her in like I was dying of thirst.

“Ryker—fuck?—”

I growled against her, dragging her hips closer, pressing her thighs apart so I could take more, taste more, flicking my tongue over her clit before sucking it into my mouth, making her shatter beneath me.

She came with a sharp cry, her body writhing, shaking, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn’t stop. Not until she was moaning, pleading, her body too sensitive to handle any more.

I finally pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I climbed over her.

She was wrecked.

Chest heaving. Lips parted. Legs trembling.

I smirked, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip, my cock still hard, still aching for her.

“This wouldn’t be a bad way to start every op,” I muttered.

Her breath hitched, her eyes flicking to my mouth.

I kissed her.

Then I put myself inside her again, and lost myself to the intoxication.

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ISABEL

He was inside me, moving with slow, deep strokes, stretching me, filling me, owning every inch of my body like he had always belonged there.

Ryker had taken me fast and rough before, had fucked me like he needed to brand himself into my skin, like he was making sure I’d never forget who I belonged to. But this time—this time, I wanted something different.

I wanted to take care of him.

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