Page 107 of Carved in Scars

He raises his hips, and I come down harder on him in just the right spot. I ride him a little harder for just a little longer before the spasms start to roll through my body. He holds my ass in place and thrusts up into me while I come apart, digging my nails into his biceps and muttering profanities until my head falls onto his chest.

“Get in the backseat, Ally,” he says. “On your stomach.”

I do what he says, and then he gets into the backseat behind me and positions himself between my legs. He lifts my hips, and I bring my knees under them, then he slides his cock inside me.

“God, I missed this,” he says. He thrusts into me hard and then pulls out torturously slow, repeating it over and over again, making it last—making my clit throb again. “I love seeing you like this. You should see how wet you’ve got my dick, Ally.”

I moan at his words, and he picks up the pace, drilling into me. I arch my back and push back against him.

“Shit. Just like that,” he says.

I reach between my legs and rub circles on my swollen clit and come all over again, the sensation almost too much as he continues to fuck me hard and fast through it all. My legs go limp, and he spreads me wide, thrusting into me a couple more times before he stills and his cock jerks inside me.

“Fuck…” he groans as he comes.

He pulls out, and when I turn to face him, he comes down on top of me and kisses me on the mouth. I run my hands through his hair, but there isn’t much of it. Then, I run my finger over his ears, but there aren’t any plugs, and I start to panic.

“Get off me,” I tell him, and I try to roll out from under him. “I can’t…I can’t breathe. Get off me.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says. He sits back onto his knees and then starts pulling his pants back up over his hips as I move as far as I can get against the window.

“Allyson? Are you okay? Do you want me to…roll down the windows or something?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He moves over until he’s right next to me. “Ally, lookat me.”

I look at him from the corner of my eye, then he reaches out, puts a hand on my cheek, and turns me to face him.

“I love you, Allyson,” he says. “I love you so much. You’re okay.”

I don’t say anything, just stare straight forward.

“They made me take them out…when they arrested me. I can put them back in if you want. I’m sure it’s healed some, and I’d have to get smaller ones, but I could do it. Would that help?”

I nod. “Can you keep talking?”

“Yeah, okay. What about this one?” he says and points to his septum. “Should I put that one back in, too? Or did you not like it?

“I did like it,” I tell him. “I miss it, too.”

“Great, we can go right now if you want. You can pick them out for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…I mean, maybe. Those places are open super late, but…probably not this late. Tomorrow, though. Okay? Or the next day after we paint the wall.”

“Okay,” I say. I realize my heart rate has steadied and remember that I won’t see him tomorrow or any other day ever again. “I love you, Devon.”

“I love you, too. Are you okay?”

I nod and lean against him. “Yeah, I’m okay. I need to go back, though.”

“Is it any better there?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t want to take you back.”

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