Page 17 of Scarlet Secrets

And then. Oh fuck. Then she sucks me in. Her teeth scrape a tiny bit. Just enough that gives it grit and edge, like I fucking love it. Rough and hard so I can throat fuck is the name of the game and here I am. Demyan fucking Yegorov letting a girl set the pace. She’s young, no more than twenty-two or three, and I bet she can count the sexual encounters of her life on one hand with fingers to spare.

I really don’t care. Not usually. Why should I want innocent? It’s clumsy, boring. And my tastes run to older, more sophisticated women.

But there’s something about her.

Something that crawls under my skin. Lights, matches, and sets things alight inside me and I’m struggling, really fucking struggling to find things to think about other than the mind-blowing head she’s giving me.

Erin works me over, trying to fit as much in her mouth as she can. And she’s struggling, but fuck, the way she tries, choking, sputtering, drooling, is one of the hottest things ever. This is an honest, enthusiastic blowjob and I’m so turned on it’s a wonder I don’t blow a fucking fuse.

She tries to go down and swallow me and she gags. The spasms of her throat work my cockhead and shit—I’m going to come if I let her keep going.

“No.” I pull her off and up and I kiss her long and hard and deep. “That’s not where I want to come. I want your ass.”

“My—”

“I want all of you.”

She’s lost, and I take that and run. Her eyes are pools of sleepiness and satiation and the tendrils of arousal.

“I’ve never…” Erin looks at me and fuck, if there isn’t trust there. I don’t know why. Outside the fantasy, she’s got no reason to. And she shouldn’t. She isn’t anyone. She isn’t my tight inner circle. She’s a chick I decided I wanted to fuck.

The moment the thought hits, I want to take it back. Because regardless of the truth in those words, there’s the other thing I can’t deny. The fact there’s something spectacular about her. Special.

And she isn’t mine.

But tonight, she is.

“It’s up to you, Erin.”

“Caution to the wind,” she says, voice wobbling, “right?”

I’m up, halfway to the bathroom to get the lube I carry, when she speaks again.

“If… if I don’t like it, if I change my mind…”

I look at her. “We’ll stop.”

I get the lube and go back to the bed and it’s a wild out-of-body moment I have. Ass, mouth, pussy, I love them all. A hole is a hole as they say and the women I bed never say no. They’re hungry for it; they want to be a notch.

This woman, Erin. She isn’t a notch. She’s different, so the moment I’m ready to ease into her ass, if she changed her mind, I’d stop. I know it. Fuck, if she just wanted to make out like teenagers, I’d do that too. Her mouth is that good.

I kiss her, taking my time. Her throat is delicate, her pulse throbbing hard as I suck on it gently. I spread lube on my fingers, then I slide my thumb into her cunt and then my finger into her ass. I rock in and out of her, letting her get used to it before I add another finger. I’m biting and sucking on one of her nipples. That hard little nub, all that soft flesh, it’s hard to not want to go to town and lose myself.

But I stretch her open before adding a third finger and when she moans and starts to rock, I slide farther down, sucking her clit and using my tongue to bring her up and into orgasm.

The moment she does, I pull out, and she’s lost in it, so I move back up, hooking her legs on my shoulders. Grabbing my cock, I ease slowly into her, inch by inch.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip.

I stop. When she doesn’t protest, I push a little farther into her, more and more, until finally, I’m balls deep.

She’s tight everywhere. Some guys might carry on about that, but it isn’t one passage being tighter; it’s the act, the feel. Her ass is a stretchy thing, so when she’s used to it, I can slam home even harder than I can in her cunt.

I start to fuck her and there’s real delight in her ass. I pick up my pace as she digs her fingers into my arms and she lifts to meet each thrust. I kiss her. I need her mouth. I need her tongue. I need all her magic. I’m fucking addicted to her.

She shakes and pulses, and she’s fucking coming again. This girl is orgasmic. And she has the insane ability of setting me off. The pleasure sweeps through me, and I ride through her orgasm. The intensity of it has her eyes rolling back and her scream is voiceless. She clutches at me, biting me on the shoulder, sinking her teeth in deep and sharp and setting off my own orgasm. I come in her deep, shuddering. When we both come down, we lay curled, her skin damp, arms boneless as she molds into me.

I brush my lips over her temple. “You okay, Erin?”

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