Page 63 of Regret

“You don’t fucking tell me what to do. I’m in control here, not you,” he growled before he bit down hard on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, just above the Chinese symbol inked on her skin. Just as she cried out from the pain, he dragged his tongue through her slit, all the way from her entrance to her clit, and her cry quickly turned into a moan of pure ecstasy. It was like a fucking ballad, a symphony to his ears.

The second he tasted her, his tongue coated with her arousal, he knew he was fucked. Sweet, she was so damn sweet. A piece of heaven, that was what she tasted like, and he wanted to stay there between her legs forever. Drown in her taste, and her scent, and her moans, and the movement her hips were making against his mouth. The way she moved, the sounds that came out of her mouth were proof that her body was on fire for him, that she had an ache only he could still right at that moment.

Continuing to move his tongue over and through her pussy, he fisted his own cock, needing some relief from the pressure that had his body wound up tight. The more he tasted her, the harder he got.

Her moans got louder and louder, her hand gripping his hair tighter. She was so fucking close, he could taste it on his tongue.

“Fuck!” she cried out, and pulled his hair hard, forcing him to lift his head away from her. His scalp stung from the force, but the pain only added to his already raging lust for her.

“You are not in control here, Ace. You will never control me.” Again, her lips were on his, kissing him like he was the last fucking supper. Their tongues didn’t dance. They didn’t taste. They ravished. They fucked while she licked her own taste from his lips.

He was done playing, he was done teasing.

“If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to lose it.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Ace?”

He palmed her between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her, watching as her head fell back while she let out a loud moan.That sound.The sound of her pleasure was instantly his new favorite sound in the world. Never had a woman’s sensual moans and cries of euphoria affected him this way. If he could keep her moaning like that the entire night, he would tie her to the fucking bed and lick her pussy until dawn.

With his lips devouring her neck, he continued to fuck her with his fingers. “There’s a rubber in my wallet.”

“You mean this one?” She held up a silver packet and smiled smugly before tearing it open between her teeth.

Dear God, the sight was so fucking erotic, it made his balls draw up and his cock twitch.

“What are you waiting for, then?” He shot her a challenging look. “Roll it on.”

She did. And in typical Scarlet fashion, she wasn’t gentle about it either.

Fuck, why did he love it so much? He was used to control, he needed control. But this, the way she gave as much as he did, felt wrong, yet insanely wild—and he fucking loved it.

The second the rubber was on, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer while his other hand wrapped around her thigh. He positioned himself between her legs, but didn’t want to look at her. He knew if he had to look into those blue eyes, he would hesitate. And he was too far gone to stop. So he kept his gaze down, wanting to watch as he claimed her inch by fucking inch.

“Last chance to back out, Scar.”

She pulled his hair once again, hard, jerking his head to the side. The pain shot straight down his spine. “Don’t be a pussy, Ace.”

Challenge accepted.

With one hard thrust he pushed inside her, his hips flexing as he gave her every inch of his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet pushing into his ass as he continued to thrust forward. Even if he wanted to take it slow—which he didn’t—there was no way in hell he would have been able to. The way her inner walls squeezed him so damn tight, the way her heat wrapped around his cock as he pushed as deep as he could go, the pleasure was almost too much to handle.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, burying his face in her neck.

“Harder, Ace. I need you harder, faster.”

He pulled out, groaning in agony as he slipped out of her heat. “Turn around.” With his hands on her hips he jerked her around, bending her over the table, rubbing his cock down her ass until he reached her entrance.

Without warning, she reared back and took him inside her. With a grunt he clawed his fingers into the skin of her hips, falling down on her back as pleasure seared the inside of his veins.

“You’re fucking insane, you know that, woman?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Matching his every thrust, Scarlet pushed back as he moved forward. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, both of them glistening with sweat, arousal pooling between their bodies.

“Fuck!” He wrapped one arm around her knee and pulled it up, placing it on the table, wanting more access, needing to go deeper. Hunter’s spine was tingling, his cock aching, and his mind spiraling out of control. The pressure was already building deep inside his groin, warning him that he was dangerously close to the edge.

But Scarlet suddenly jerked up and pushed him back hard, letting him slip out of her. She climbed over the table on her knees and off the other side. There she stood, four feet away from him, with a smug grin on her face.

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