Page 64 of Regret

Was she fucking suicidal? He was at the point where if he didn’t get that release, he would break something. His body was no longer in control.Hewas no longer in control.

“Don’t play games with me, Scarlet.”

“You want me, Ace? Come get me.”

“Playing cat and mouse will only get you fucked even harder, Scar.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a fucking vow.” Lord help him, but he wanted to claim her, fuck her, collar her, cage her…keepher.

She sprinted to the living room, and he had no choice but to chase after her. This game she was playing might have been real fucked up if he didn’t love playing it so damn much.

Just as he was about to reach her, Scarlet sat down on the couch in all her naked glory and palmed her own breasts. Her hands barely covered her large tits. “I bet you’re about to burst at the seams, aren’t you, Ace?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He stalked closer, her eyes fully on his bobbing cock standing proud and ready to fuck. When he stopped right between her legs, she sat up straight, staring right at his tattoo.

“Regret, huh?” She glanced up at him with hooded eyes, and he fisted his hand in her hair.

He raised a brow. “Torment?” Yeah, he noticed the letters tattooed on her side. The dog tags too. It was hot as fuck.

“What a fucked up couple we would make, huh, Ace?”

Her hands came up behind him, and palmed his ass, rubbing down the side of his thighs, sending chills straight through his body. Her touch was soft yet demanding. Rough yet titillating.

Whether she was strong or he was just distracted by her touch, he didn’t know. But before he knew what happened he was on his back on the couch and she was straddling him.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”

Taking him in her hand, she lifted herself and guided him inside her. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He closed his eyes as his head fell deeper into the couch. The sensation was just too much, and he cursed under his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he allowed a woman to be on top, to fuck him.

Those beautiful, curvy hips of hers started to move and he was sure he was seeing fucking stars, her body rocking him into a fucking frenzy.

Gripping her hips, pushing his fingers deep into her flesh, he guided her, wanting more, wanting it faster—harder.

With her palms flat on his chest, she rode him. Fucked him. Possessed him. Right then nothing mattered but pleasure. The world could have come to an end around them, and they still wouldn’t have been able to stop.

Her nails clawed into the skin of his chest as she continued her relentless rhythm on top of him. He was so damn close, he could feel the pressure start to build up in his spine, slowly moving down his body, slamming against his balls. But he couldn’t lose it now. It was like the battle of the fucking Titans between the two of them, and he’d be dammed if he lost.

Jerking up and grabbing her hair in his fist all happened in one swift move. He pulled her to the side by her hair, and they rolled off the couch with him landing on top of her. A breath escaped her lungs as she landed with a thud on the ground, but he ignored it. He just kept on moving, pushing inside her over and over again, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper. Her tits bounced up and down from the force of his pounding, and it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“Stop,” she whispered, but he was too far gone to hear what she was saying.

“Stop!” she said louder. “Ace, stop!”

He stopped, both of them breathing heavily, sweat trickling down the side of his face.

“What’s wrong?” He sat up a little. But the minute he did, she pushed him to the side and down to the floor while she straddled him again.

That damn sexy, wicked smile was on her face once again as she stared down at him. “I need to be on top.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He grabbed a hold of her hips.

“I control this—us. Not you.”

He was about to curse, groan, and scream all at the same time when she flexed her hips, turning to the side. And then he cried out, pleasure shooting to every corner of his body. What the fuck did she just do?

Again she moved her hips to the other side, clenching him tightly inside her, like her pussy was able to tighten its grip around his cock.

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