Page 40 of Beautiful Scar

His attention is entirely mine, and that’s intoxicating.

“The second I saw you on the floor of the chapel, I knew I had to taste you,” he says, flicking a tongue over one breast.

“You wanted me when I was unconscious?”

“There was something about you. Small and beautiful. I dragged you into my lap, and all I could think about was making sure you were okay before ravishing you.”

I pull him tighter to my chest. “And you act like you’re a monster.”

He laughs lightly and looks up. “As vicious as they come, my doll.” Then he kisses me again, turns me around, and pins me down on the bed.

I wriggle my hips as he pulls off my sweats. My cheeks are burning, and I want him so badly it’s painful. He kisses down my neck, licks my breasts again, and keeps going. Kissing, kissing, taking it so freaking slow it’s agonizing until he tugs off my panties.

And with that, I’m naked.

I don’t even realize he’s the first man to ever see my exposed body until his mouth buries itself in my pussy.

“Holy shit,” I gasp in shock as pleasure rocks into my hips.

His tongue licks me up and down, spreading my lips. He sucks on my clit and devours me.

Pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced before blasts into my skull.

“There you are, baby,” he purrs as he slides a finger inside me. “You know, for such a prim little thing, your pussy tastes like sin.”

“Shit,” I groan, grabbing onto his hair. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that?” He sounds amused and licks me again, lapping at my clit. “And here I am, taking it nice and slow.”

“This is slow? You’ve got a finger, you know—” I trail off, unable to say it out loud.

“I’ve got a finger buried deep inside your tight little cunt while my tongue and lips suck and lick your swollen clit. Is that what you meant?”

“Shit,” I whisper, cheeks bright red. But yeah, that was basically it.

He destroys me with his tongue. I’ve never experienced so much intense pleasure before in my life. Touching myself isn’t anywhere near what he can do with those fingers and that mouth. He’s a filthy monster, I’ll give him that, and he’s really,reallygood at what he does.

Pressure builds. I don’t know how much more I can take. I grin into his mouth, and he grins like he’s loving it. “You’re such a greedy girl,” he purrs, sliding another finger inside. I whinny and whine. “Look at you, such a little slut for me when you’re stripped down. Your pussy’s dripping honey on my tongue, and you’re moaning like you can’t control yourself. Tell me you like this, my little wife.”

“I love it,” I admit, because he’s completely right. My stiff embarrassment is slowly fading away, and I feel something else taking over.

Something carnal and dark. A hungry, deep need, one that has been throbbing inside me for years but one that I’ve always denied.

He attacks my pussy with his mouth and fingers. I grind into him, breasts shaking with every gasp. The pressure is so intense I feel it in my skull like my brain’s about to explode. I’m whispering his name, panting it over and over, and he’s right.

I’m a filthy fucking slut, and God, I love it.

I come on his mouth. The release is so intense my vision blurs, and I see stars. He keeps right on going, driving me wild, making the orgasm stretch and intensify until I can barely handle it anymore.

I collapse back, my body a puddle of aching lust.

“That’s a good girl,” he says as he comes up and kisses me.

I taste myself on him. It’s so fucking filthy. I drive myself into that kiss, burning for him.

If this is what it means to be hisgood girl, then that’s all I want in the world.

“More,” I moan, pulling his hair. “Give me more.”

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