Page 64 of Best Hex Ever
Scott brushed her hardened nipple with his thumb until a shock of lust ran through Dina’s entire nervous system. It was like he knew all the ways to drive her insane for him.
“Will you beg if I don’t give it to you, Dina?” he whispered in her ear, sending a tremble right to her core. She would, she’d beg. With one rough tug he pulled her underwear off.
“Yes,” she hissed as he caressed the seam of her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of friction. She wasn’t sure how long she could last.
When he plunged his fingers inside of her, Dina cried out. How could it feel so good? Had it ever felt this good with anyone else?
“Tell me, Dina. Is this all for me?” Scott growled against her throat.
“Yes, take it. Take me.” She shuddered as his fingers pressed deeper, as she rode the palm of his hand.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned. The hard press of his cock against her ass cheeks nearly sent her into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
“Bend over for me so I can see you,” he said, and Dina bent forward, resting her arms on the bed.
Scott was gone for a split second, and as his fingers left her she already felt bereft.
“Please, please,” she moaned again, now on all fours.
“Such a pretty cunt,” Scott said, his voice breaking apart behind her.
Then suddenly the emptiness ended, and Scott’s mouth wasthere, licking, sucking at her pussy. Drinking her in. Dina let out a cry of pleasure as the tickle of Scott’s beard brushed against her folds.
He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, flicking back and forth. And then his fingers were there as his mouth found her clit and sucked and kissed and then the orgasm broke through Dina, arching her back in pleasure, and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Scott didn’t let up; he continued to hold her there, burying his face deeper into her seam.
“Good girl,” he said, lifting Dina back up as if she weighed nothing. She was glad to have his hands on her. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to use her legs at that moment.
She faced Scott, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. The aftermath of the orgasm still rippled through her in electric shockwaves. But she still wanted more, needed more.
She needed to be filled by him.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, slick from seeing the way his beard shone with her. Scott craned his neck, his mouth closing over hers. She could taste herself on his tongue. This kiss wasn’t soft.
It was lust, firm and wanting and crazed with desire. Their bodies wrapped around each other, fingers teasing, holding each other like they were the last people in the world.
“Why are you still dressed?” Dina said, her breath mingling with Scott’s. An urge overcame Dina, and she sank down to her knees in front of him.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded. Scott stared down at her, his eyes dark. He pulled the shirt off over his head, not even bothering to undo the buttons.
Christ, from this angle he looked like he’d been carved by the gods. Thick, packed muscle. Black hair that sprawled out from his chest, down to the waistband of his trousers.
Dina couldn’t drag her eyes away from him, as she unzippedhis fly. His cock practically sprang out, the thick, pink tip pushing out of his boxers. She tugged those down too.
And there he was. Heavy, muscled, thick dark hair. The tip already wet. A groan emitted from the back of Scott’s throat as she took him in her mouth.
Dina wanted to be tantalizing. She wanted to tease him. But the moment she took him in her mouth, all of her plans broke down. She was desperate for him, she wanted to please him. Make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Scott’s hand caught in her hair, pulling back her curls from her face.
“You look like a goddess. On your knees for me.” The way he spoke, that low, gravelly voice, it drove her insane. She sucked, moving her hand back and forth, taking him as deep into her throat as she could stand.
“Dina,fuck,Dina,” Scott said. She could feel his inhibitions falling away as he thrust into her mouth. She hadn’t known she liked that, Scott fucking her face, but she lovedit.
And then suddenly Scott’s arms were around her waist, lifting her up. Placing her on the bed, but not gently. He kicked off his trousers and boxers and then bent down, feeling for something in his pockets.
“I need you now,” he growled. “Can I have you, Dina?”
“Yes, yes,” she said, leaning back on the bed, shifting her hips so she was open for him.
“I need to get protection. It’s in my room,” Scott said, beginning to turn around.
