Page 107 of Beautiful Scar

“And you’ll suck my cock while my fingers fill you up?”

“Yes,” I moan. “I want it.”

He guides himself into my mouth. I whimper as I take him while his fingers slide into my pussy. Pleasure hits me mixed with the thickness of his hard dick between my lips. I’m sloppy, choking as I try my best to suck, moaning and whimpering the whole time while he finger-fucks me.

I’m beyond filled. Every inch of me has him. I love this feeling: wrists bound, ass stinging from his spanking, pussy filled by his fingers, mouth spread on his cock.

He’s right. I’m a dirty, bad girl, and there’s only one way to be good again.

It’s to give myself over.

It’s to embrace what I am and what I feel.

No more fear. No more worry.

There’s just me and him.

“That’s my girl,” he moans, fingers going faster. I suck and lick, spit drooling down his shaft. It’s wet and filthy. A damp spot forms under his heavy balls, and I don’t care. Let it get nasty. Let it be good. “You’re such a fucking bad girl. Look at you, so fucking messy and greedy, sucking my cock and letting me fuck you with my fingers. You want to come, don’t you? And you want to taste me while you do it? Or would you rather I fucked you into that sweet oblivion you’re always so desperate for?”

I pull back. “Fuck me,” I gasp, practically kicking my feet for him. Waves of pure pleasure build in my core. “Please,husband, fuck me.”

“Since you ask so nicely,” he purrs, smirking, and pulls away.

I gasp as he lifts my hips in the air. My face is pressed to the mattress. I feel his tip glide up and down my slit, but we both know he’s wet with my spit and I’m drenched with my desire. He’s massive, but he slides right inside.

Bliss hits me. That’s the stuff right there. I know I’ll never become an addict because drugs will never compare tothis.

The smell of him. The taste of him still on my lips. His cock inside me, filling me, spreading me, dominating me. He leans over and kisses me, fisting my hair, and he fucks me like a savage.

It wrecks me. I can’t control myself. I nearly black out as my core builds. I’m seeing spots when I finally explode and shatter all over his big dick. I come to the symphony of his hips slapping against my ass and his sweet growls of lust in my ear.

“That’s right, baby, finish for me, nice and messy now,” he moans, his grip in my hair tightening. “I’m going to make you mine again, baby, every night of your life.” Then he releases, coming hard between my legs, his animalistic grunts like a soundtrack I’ll never get tired of hearing.

I collapse onto my belly, my arms stretched out above my head. Pleasure’s still beating between my legs. I shiver, skin flushed. A big dumb smile is on my face.

He lovingly pats my bruised and sore butt.

“Good girl,” he says, snuggling against me, before remembering to remove the cuffs.

I curl into him once I’m free. “You know, I was skeptical of the handcuffs at first,” I say, breathing in his smell and letting myself get sleepy and comfortable in his strong, warm arms.

“And now?”

“I can understand the appeal.”

“You really have come a long way, my wife.”

I smile like an idiot. I still like hearing him say that.

“Remember when I was a scared little virgin?”

“You mean a couple of months ago?”

“Well, I’m not scared of you anymore, and I’m definitely not a virgin.”

“I hope not. Otherwise, I’ve been doing this wrong the whole time.”

“I was just wondering, you know, if there were… other games… we could play.” I speak haltingly, a little afraid of what he might think about me.

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