Scars (Going All the Way 3)

Heavy-lidded eyes trained on her.

Lips parted.

Chest heaving.

He was getting off on watching her find pleasure.

Scars then moved the finger teasing that little engorged bud down her cleft and teased her pussy hole. She was soaking wet, and the sounds of him gently fingering her had Hannah’s inner muscles clenching and trying to draw him in deeper.

“I need you,” she moaned. He knew she wanted—needed—something more substantial deep inside her.

She needed his dick, wanted hard pounding and mindless pleasure.

And only Scars could give it to her.

“You have all of me,” he said, and he leaned forward an inch and started sucking at the base of her throat.

It was only a second later when she felt his cock nudge at her pussy. Hannah rose up slightly on her knees, allowing Scars to run the thick crown over her slit, gathering her cream, making her burn hotter.

It was a sensory overload of ecstasy.

He teased the opening of her pussy, not penetrating her, just gently hiding her pussy hole before dragging his length back up her slit and running along her clit with it. Then he’d repeat the process and drag it back down to her hole.

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispered, pleaded.

He groaned and lodged the tip of his massive cock at her core. She rocked her hips slightly, trying to sink down on him, but his hands on her waist stilled her.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly.

Hannah lifted her gaze from his chest to his face. There was a softness in his eyes that had a breath leaving her.

“You’re mine.”

She licked her lips and nodded right as she pressed down and he lifted his hips. His cock started to tunnel into her, and wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her as he filled her.

She had her hands on his shoulders now as she continued to sink down, taking half of him. He kissed her, his mouth and tongue ravenous. He curved his fingers into her hips and pushed her down swiftly, making her take all his cock.

“Ahhh,” she groaned and tipped her head back, her eyes closed and her nails digging into the skin at his shoulders.

Then she rose up and pushed back down, over and over again. A low rumble vibrated from his throat and worked its way into her core. For long minutes, she was the one in control, sliding her slick pussy over his cock, grinding herself on him when he was fully inside her body, then repeating the process.

Her orgasm built to a fever pitch as she bounced on him, and all the while, he held her waist, aided her motions as she rode him.

And then the pleasure crashed through her, starting at her toes and exploding through the top of her head. And right before her climax waned, Scars tightened his hold on her waist, lifted her off his lap, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and positioned himself behind her.

She couldn’t breathe as blood rushed to her head from the sudden movement, but when she lowered her head and looked down the length of her body and between her legs, it was to see Scars holding his impossibly thick, massive cock in hand.

He had his free hand on the center of her back, pushed her upper body forward, and she buried her face in the pillow, smelling his scent, getting drunk off of it.

She felt him pull her legs apart wider so he could move between them, and just when she thought he’d slam back into her, Hannah felt his warm breath skate along her exposed pussy.

He buried his face in between her legs, swiping his tongue along her folds and humming in pleasure.

His big palms were on either side of her ass, spreading the cheeks as he ate her out. Scars licked and sucked at her until she was thrusting back against his face. And when his mouth latched onto her clit and he sucked long and hard, her orgasm raced to the surface.

“Mmmm,” he murmured and drew out that pleasure.

He left her unhinged.

And then Hannah felt the hot, hard length of him slide against her slit. She was wet, so incredibly dripping, that the tip of his shaft slid right into her channel. Scars groaned behind her as if in pain, and her inner muscles clenched down hard.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take my cock.” He sank all the way in until she felt the brush of his balls hit her flesh.

He moved out and then pushed back in. It was agonizingly slow, but he didn’t make her beg again. His pace started picking up until he was fucking her hard and fast, grunting and growling behind her like an animal.

The sounds of their sexes slapping together filled her head and made her high.

He held onto her waist tight and continued to pound into her. The sounds he made were untamed and uninhibited. It was a feral noise that matched how she felt inside. He worked his hips against her with a fierceness that had her gasping and holding onto the sheets.