Scars (Going All the Way 3)

And when he brought those saturated digits to his mouth, her throat worked as she swallowed. He sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean, her flavor instantly his addiction. He hummed, growled, grunted in desire. Her eyes widened, her lips parting. “Never tasted anything as sweet,” he murmured. As much as he wanted to keep tasting her, to run his tongue along that slit his fingers had just been touching, he wanted her mouth.

He rose, gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, and slammed his mouth against hers. Scars thrust his tongue between her lips, making her taste herself on him.

His control was damn near gone as he reached down, gripped her panties, and pulled those fuckers right off. The sound of fabric rendering filled his head and made him even more frantic for her.

“Oh.” That lone word came out as a moan. Her head fell back, and her eyes slid shut when his fingers found her pussy again.

Scars slid his middle finger along her slit, up and down, slow and easy. He kept his focus on her face, gauging her reactions, making sure she liked it. And then he teased her pussy hole before gently dipping it inside. Her lips parted, and she breathed out.

“That good, Hannah?”

She nodded but didn’t open her eyes. He shifted his hand so he could place his thumb at her clit and still have his finger inside of her. Then he started rubbing the little bud back and forth, slow and easy.

Her pussy clenched around the digit, and he gritted his teeth. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He had his mouth back on her neck and dragged his teeth down her throat to where it met with her shoulder. Gently biting her soft, smooth skin, Scars started to pump his finger in and out of her, loving how her snug pussy gripped his digit, sucking it back in.

“Scars,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed tight, her cheeks pink.

“It still feel good?”

She nodded. “God, yes.”

He hummed in approval.

“Yes.” Gasping for air, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.

“Touch me,” he groaned, and she speared her hand in his hair, tugging at the strands. He kept working his finger in and out of her, his thumb pressing tight circles on her clit. He kissed her, devoured her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, tasting her, making her taste him.

He pulled at her bottom lip gently, tugged at the flesh, then smoothed the sting away with his tongue. He pulled his fingers from her, licked at her pussy cream that coated the digits, and groaned at how sweet she was.

Breaking the kiss was hard as hell to do. But he wanted to taste all of her.

Dropping onto his haunches, once again, Scars let his hands slide up her inner thighs until his thumbs brushed against her smooth skin, close to her pussy, to the sweet spot he was going to devour. Gently, taking his time, he spread her open and saw the darker pink of her inner lips.

Oh. God. She’s… perfect.

There was no control in him now, no self-restraint. He latched his mouth onto that perfection and started dragging his tongue through her folds, up and down her slit, circling the little bud at the top that was swollen and begging for attention.

Scars couldn't stop the groan that came from him, and she gasped from the deep vibrations that centered right on her clit from the noise. She was sweet, so damn sweet his teeth ached and he hungered for more. He ate her out until she pushed her pussy against his mouth, seeking more, begging for it with breathy little cries above him.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against her soaked flesh and sucked her clit into his mouth, drawing on it gently, feeling her body tighten further.

Her hands in his hair tugged at the strands, pulling him closer as she came undone, as she let him eat her out, devour her, taste the essence that spilled from her.

Scars was drowning. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside her, to claim her, mark her, make her know without a fucking doubt that she. Was. His.

He stood and lifted her off the dresser, carrying her over to the bed, and gently laid her in the center. Then he just stared at her, looked his fill, felt his cock thicken impossibly more. Gripping his length, he stroked himself from root to tip, the pre-cum at the crown aiding his motions, making his dick slick.

“You’re so… big,” she breathed out that last word. “So big. Too big.” She stared at his erection, and he clenched his teeth as he could have gotten off from her words alone.

“It’ll fit,” he found himself saying. “You were made for me.”

And as she slowly spread her legs, letting him see the point that had his cock aching and his balls drawing up tightly, all he could think about was marking her with his cum, filling her up with his seed. He wanted her to smell like him, to have it slipping from her pussy and soaking the sheets beneath her. And he pictured himself sliding his hand between those pretty thighs and pushing it back in, needing it right there, inside her.