Page 57 of Beautiful Scar

“Slow down,” I gasp, whimpering as he pulls my hair and shoves a hand down between my legs. He forces my knees wider as his fingers glide up and down my wet pussy. “Tigran, fuck, hold on.”

“No.” He bites my lip and sinks a finger inside.

“Just—oh my God—just tell me what’s going on.”

“Right now, I’m pleasuring my wife,” he says, rolling his fingers to my clit then back deep inside again. This time, he sinks in two, and I grind into his palm as he does it.

Fuck, it’s so, so good.

“But why—did you—come here?—”

“I can’t come fuck my wife?” he snarls in my face.

“Something’s wrong.”

“The only thing wrong is the fact that my cock’s not buried in your fucking mouth.”

I stare at him, appalled, outraged, fucking turned on like crazy. “You shouldn’t talk to me that way.”

He pulls my hair harder, grinning like a monster, his fingers gliding up and down as his palm grinds into my clit.

“And you should be fucking careful, little prissy wife, or you’re going to make it my mission in life to corrupt you.”

“Tigran,” I moan, chills running down my spine in cascades. Corrupt me? Make me dirty? God, I want it. How messed up is that? “You wouldn’t.”

“Come here.” He unbuckles his belt and forces me down onto my knees. I stare as he takes out his thick cock, his shaft pulsing and veiny, fist still in my hair. “Open your mouth.”

I obey him, heart racing.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I do it, feeling so filthy.

“That’s a good girl. Look at you, down on your knees, my big cock aching to touch your pretty fucking throat. And you still think you’re a good girl?”

I nod slowly, staring into his eyes, mouth open, tongue out. My body is numb with anticipation.

“Lick me, you dirty fucking girl,” he whispers.

I bend forward, and I do it.

Slowly too. I lick every inch of his thick, vein-covered dick, starting low and going high until I taste his precum.

“That’s right, baby. Look at you. Does a good girl moan while she takes a big dick in her mouth? Does a good girl want to straddle a bad man’s face while she sucks his dick?”

My eyes widen. “You want me to do what?”

He stands and drags me to my feet. I yelp in surprise as he yanks off my pants and panties until I’m bare before him, but he doesn’t stop. He takes off his own clothes, and we’re standing in my living room totally freaking naked. I’m cold and exposed and more turned on in my entire life than I’ve ever been.

“Get over here,” he snarls, dragging me back down onto the couch.

But this time, he turns me around and makes my legs wrap around his face.

His cock is inches from my mouth.

I stay on all fours above him. “Tigran, what should—” I start to ask, since I’ve never done this before. But it’s sort of obvious, right? And he doesn’t bother explaining.

Instead, his mouth begins to devour me.

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