Page 65 of Regret

“Fuck!” It felt so damn good it was almost painful.

“That’s right, Ace. Your pleasure is mine to give, not the other way around. I take my own pleasure. No one gives it to me.” And then she started to really move, hard and fast, riding him with everything she had—taking, no,ripping, her pleasure from him.

He couldn’t fight anymore. There was no way he’d be able to take back the control.

When he saw her throw her head back, closing her eyes as she moaned, he let go.

Adrenaline, ecstasy, pleasure all rolled into one motherfucker of an explosion and crashed against every corner of his body. The way she clenched tighter and tighter, her moans turning into screams of pleasure, only made it so much more intense.

Everything was lost. His entire body was shaking, and so was hers. His mind went blank while his muscles tensed, and then he came violently, the pleasure rocking him to the core.

Was it his imagination or did he just have the most intense orgasm of his entire fucking life?

“Fuck, Ace.” She fell forward, her head on his chest, her warm breath skidding across his skin.

“Yeah…fuck.”

He could hardly speak. The thoughts inside his mind didn’t make sense. Was he even thinking anything other than,What the fuck just happened?

Countless women. He had screwed more women than he could count. But this? Never had he ever experienced something as intense, as soul shatteringly powerful as he had with Scarlet. It was fucking insane.

After a few minutes of just lying there, listening to each other trying to catch their breath, bodies numb and limp with lingering satisfaction, Scarlet sat up and looked at him.

“So, what was that number one rule of yours, Ace?”

Shit.

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