Page 62 of Our Secrets and Scars

“Look at you,” I say, running my tongue across my bottom lip. “So fucking needy.”

Her eyes flare with desire and a hint of defiance. She needs my dominance like she needs her next breath, to shut off her mind and take her to places she wouldn’t be able to go without it, but she still tries so hard to be stubborn. It’s cute, really. The way she tries to cling to control even though all she wants is to hand it over.

“What do you want?” I ask, already knowing the answer. But I want her to say it, to spell it out for me, maybe even beg for it.

“To make it up to you.”

“To make what up to me?”

She leans onto her elbows, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth as she looks me up and down. For a woman so self-conscious in daily life, the confidence she has in her sexuality is extraordinary.

“Taking your virginity in the front seat of your truck. Let me do it better. Let me do itright.”

There is no universe in which I’d ever turn her down, but what she doesn’t realize is that she has nothing to make up for. I didn’t need rose petals scattered on perfectly pressed bed sheets or a candlelit hotel room. I just needed her. Even though I didn’t know exactly who she was at that moment, my heart did. It knew she was the right woman. I could feel it in every beat and palpitation.

So, it wouldn’t have made a difference if I’d made love to her for the first time in my truck, in a meadow under the stars, or on a threadbare mattress in a roadside motel. It would have been perfect wherever it was because it was with her.

I don’t say any of this though. I will, at some point, but now isn’t the time. Because I want whatever dirty ideas I can see running through her mind. I want everything she has for me. So, I arch a brow and tilt my head to one side as if considering her request.

“What did you have in mind?”

She folds herself onto all fours and begins a slow crawl toward me across the bed. When she reaches me, her hands find the zipper of my pants, fingers teasing the metal as she blinks doe-eyed up at me.

“Let me show you.”

She holds my dark stare as she pops the button and pulls down the zipper. Every movement she makes is torturously slow. Every flick of her fingers, every dart of her tongue across her lips, sends me spiraling into insanity.

Her small hand slides under the waistband of my boxers, stroking through the dark trimmed hair there until finally, it wraps around the hot length of my cock. Air hisses through my teeth before I can stop it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being touched like this by the girl I’ve been obsessed with for so many years. It twitches in her hand, and she grins up at me, sultry and wicked.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” I rasp.

She slides onto her stomach, so she’s lying entirely on her front, her mouth at perfect level with my crotch. In this position, I should be feeling dizzy with power, but every last drop of it belongs to her. She could bring me to my knees right now if she wanted to. And I’d fall to them willingly, without even a single thought.

Finally, she pulls my cock free. And,fuck…the way she looks at it like she’s starving, like she’ll die if she doesn’t get a taste this very second, I can’t handle it. My fists clench at my sides, nails biting into my skin as I fight the incredible urge to take the power back into my hands and fuck her the way we’re both desperate for.

But this is her time. At this moment, the control is hers. And though it has my entire body trembling with barely held restraint, I’ll let her have it even if it kills me. But Goddammit,I’m only human.

“Put it in your fucking mouth, Kinsley,” I demand.

She laughs, and it’s this siren call of a sound that has the power to wreck ships onto jagged rocks.

“So impatient.”

Her tongue darts out, flicking against the tip. Her lips open, and she takes me in, her hot mouth closing around me as she moans like my dick is the best fucking thing she’s ever tasted in her life.

My eyes roll back.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

The sounds she makes, all wet, slurpy, and savage, are vulgar in the best kind of way. And when she blinks up at me, all seductive and innocent, with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, it all becomes too much.

This is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Kinsley worshipping my dick, eyelids shuttering, her fingers digging into my thighs and pulling me closer, it’s more erotic than even the dirtiest porn film I’ve ever seen.

I can feel the tightness building and that heat of an orgasm threatening to flood me all too quickly again. So, I wrench myself free of her mouth, though it fucking kills me to do it, and chuckle darkly at the way she pouts in disappointment.

“I think you’ve had your fun for long enough,” I growl, shucking off my pants and wrenching my shirt over my head. “But you and I both know that I’m the one in charge.”

I don’t give her a chance to speak before I flip her over and tear the clothes from her body. She lies before me naked and trembling. And though it’s not the first time I’ve seen her this way, I’m just as stupefied at the sheer beauty of her as I was before.

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