Scratch the Surface - Page 96

“Oh, baby, are you ready for me?” he purred, easing his fingers from my hole as he rolled me to my stomach and lifted me to my knees.

Words tumbled out of me as his wide head pressed to my entrance. The stretch and burn of his breach twinged for a moment, but his hand on my cock and him holding still, giving me time to adjust around him, quickly became the need for more.

“Please,” I rasped, pressing my face into the mattress before I screamed.

He eased back and pushed in, and my thighs were shaking when he bottomed out on the third plunge, his mouth planting hot kisses up my spine as he took tight hold of my hip with his left hand, anchoring himself and letting go of my cock with his right to reach up and roll my nipple between his fingers.

My muscles rippled around his length as he pulled back and then thrust forward, over and over, the pounding so perfect, his control absolute as he took possession of my body, hand in my hair now, tugging so my back bowed, ass high, as he drove me over the edge.

“You have to come,” I choked out. “I’m too close.”

But he didn’t stop, and my orgasm rolled through me. I came, spurting over the sheet, crying out as he spilled inside me seconds after, warm and thick, still rutting through his own climax, his hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, keeping me in position for him to use.

He’d lost himself in his own pleasure, and I was overjoyed with that and with how I was feeling, the euphoria of release. I fell to my side onto the mattress when he eased gently from my body, and covered my face with my hands.

“No,” he whispered, taking hold of my wrists and pulling them down so he could see my face. “I wanna see you.”

I couldn’t speak yet, but I smiled at him.

“I know I didn’t hurt you.” He tapped my thigh, urging me to lift my leg, and slid a finger back inside my well-used ass, making me shiver and gasp. “Not with all the whining and moaning and pleading.” He leaned over so he could kiss me.

It was lazy but all dominance, and then there was a second finger in my ass, gentle but insistent, making slow circles as he sucked on my tongue.

I broke away suddenly, surprising him, but when I lifted to my knees, all I got was a lascivious grin before I felt his tongue slip over my entrance and I tried to wriggle free.

“You said you were mine,” he warned hoarsely before his tongue dipped inside me, and I cast aside all my inhibitions. “If I want to lick my cum out of your ass, then I’ll do as I please.”

His tongue, spearing deep, made my cock thicken all over again and there was the amazing feel of his beard rubbing on the edges of my cheeks. My recovery period had never been like this, and in fact, it had only happened once before—the first time we were in bed.

“Can’t ever shave,” I mewled, somewhere between insistent and begging.

The filthy chuckle I got in return, so smug, knowing I was his, without question, made me push back against him, wanting more, needing all of him.

He slipped free, and when I opened my mouth to beg him not to stop, he smacked my ass.

“Jeremiah!” I yelled, surprised.

He did it again, and again, not hard, because he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw his blown pupils and how intently he was watching what he was doing, and when I looked lower, I saw how hard his dick was. The idea that he was getting off on making my ass red turned me on. Something about the sound, loud in the room, and the sting and the heat of my skin, made me ask him for more.

“No,” he denied me gruffly, and then grabbed hold of my cheeks, which twinged after the slaps, parted them, and licked over my entrance again.

“Please, please, please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but I heard him spit and then felt his cock between my spread cheeks, sliding back inside of me. I inhaled sharply as he pulled out and drove back in, repeating the action before pulling out, rolling me to my side, and spooning around me.

His face was pressed to my nape, and he was breathing in deeply, his hand lifting my thigh, opening me up, pushing back in and filling me slowly until he was fully seated.

I trembled in his arms as he stroked my dick, my head cradled on his bicep as he eased forward and back and told me how beautiful I was.

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