Page 9 of His to Seduce

My hand froze. Then moved again. Her eyes closed and I wanted to ask.

A scar. Large, long, jagged raised flesh scarred over.What the hell?I’d brushed against it in the closet earlier, but now in the light, I could see it. It was longer and wider than I’d originally suspected. On the outside of her thigh, I hadn’t seen it when she first lay down.

“David,” she whispered. Her voice was a plea, almost as jagged as the scar beneath my fingertip.

My mouth opened to ask but she shook her head, stiffened as I swiped a finger alongside it again. My other hand gently brushed her inner thigh, calming her while I explored. Thick and nasty, the scar was all I could think about now.

She wouldn’t answer and I knew not to push. So instead, I bent over her hip, pressed my lips to her scar, and slid my other hand to her center.

“Oh,” she gasped, arching her hips into my hand.

She was wet, hot…and terrified out of her mind. I didn’t need to see her to know, and I gave up wanting to ask the question in my mind. What had happened to her?

There’d be time.

I slid back to her stomach. My fingers slid through her folds, inside of her. I smiled against her stomach and moved up to her breast, tasting her nipple and sucking it into my mouth. Hard.

She bucked against me, pressing my finger inside her deeper.

“You’re so tight and hot.” I groaned against her breast.

“It’s been a while,” she admitted. “Please, more.”

“Soon.”

I continued exploring her body, slid my finger out of her, then pressed another one inside her. Added a third. The closet had been rushed and frenzied. Here, I’d take my time.

Her hips arched into me, quickly, losing control. I spun circles around her clit, gathering her wetness. The need to taste her…her pussy, her neck, her breast. It overwhelmed me, made me hotter and harder than I could ever remember.

“Please,” she gasped, widening her legs until her inner thighs trembled beneath me.

“Come for me,” I whispered, abandoning her breast and moving to her collarbone. I was right. She flushedeverywhereand it was magnificent. “Let me see you lose it.”

Her head pushed into the pillow, her lips parted, and little sounds, moans and groans and whimpers, ripped from her throat. And then she was gone. Her whole body trembling and her thighs quaking, I thrust my fingers deep inside her pussy. I pushed and pulled and scraped the pads of my fingers against her inner walls. Her hands gripped my shoulders. My biceps. She clung to me like an animal, my name ringing on her lips.

“David!”

I pushed off her, ripped open a condom, and rolled it on.

I entered her. Inch by inch, I worked myself inside of her as her orgasm still rolled, throwing her into another one.

She cried out, squeezing my arms. I silenced her with a kiss. Forced my mouth against hers and fucked her with my mouth along with my dick, until sweat dripped down my forehead and she went limp beneath me, but still with me.

Her hands slid to my hair, the back of my head, my neck. Everywhere she touched, my skin ignited until her hands slid down my spine. My balls pulled heavy and tight, slapping against her with every pump of my hips until everything inside me burned.

“Camden,” I groaned. I buried my head in the crook of her shoulder. Pressed my lips to her flesh as her hands squeezed my ass, pushing me into her harder, faster…relentlessly.

Her walls tightened, convulsing around me…another climax, quieter but just as fierce, hit her and I went with her, thrusting with abandon, losing all the control I’d fought for. I seated myself balls deep and growled her name.

I emptied myself inside her, my dick pulsing almost to the point of pain.

Glorious.Perfect. Everything about her, her body and how we fit together, down to the whimpers she made and the way our heartbeats synced.

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I took a sip of my coffee and stood next to my bed, admiring the view. I didn’t give a shit if she woke right now, saw me watching her sleep, and thought I was a creeper. When Camden slept, all her features gentled. The firm press of her lips, the determined look in her eyes, and the tightness in her shoulders was gone.

Perhaps I’d just worn her out.

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