Scars (Going All the Way 3)

He got onto the bed and moved between her thighs, placed the tip at her entrance, then looked into her eyes. “You ready for me?”

She licked her lips and nodded slowly. “More than ready.”

He groaned and started pushing inside, the resistance he felt surprising, intoxicating… addicting.

God, she’s so. Fucking. Tight.

He tensed as he worked himself inside. She was tight, so fucking tight and hot, soaking for him. God, had he ever felt anything encompass him like this before? Never. Fucking never.

Her pussy clamped down on him like a damn vice, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself, to go easy, be slow and gentle.

She gasped, her eyes widening, and he slowed, inched his way as gently as he could. He was a big man, his cock thick and long. She was small, her body tiny compared to his. He had to go slow, go easy.

And once he was fully buried in her, he stilled and groaned. “Say my name, baby.” He stared into her eyes.

“Scars.”

He shook his head. “No, say my name, Hannah.”

A heartbeat passed as they locked gazes. She licked her lips and whispered, “Mickey.”

The organ of his heart that had never truly beat, not until Hannah came into his life, started pounding furiously. The way she said his name, all breathy, had Scars rearing his hips back and feeding more of his dick back into her.

Hannah had her hands on the sheets, clenching, pulling at the material as she writhed beneath him.

Scars was lost in the sensations as he started moving in and out, fucking her, making love to her… as he claimed Hannah as his. Only his.

Only mine.

Sweat started to cover his chest, slid down his pecs and abdomen, down his spine. He couldn’t breathe as the most incredible pleasure he’d ever experienced took root in the very center of his body.

It wasn’t just lust or desire; it wasn’t feeling possessive or territorial of Hannah. It was something more. It was deep. Bone-deep.

It was love.

And that scared the fuck out of him, but it also made him feel invincible.

“Yeah, Hannah.” His words were low, maybe too low for her to hear. He lowered his gaze along her breasts as they shook slightly from his thrusting, then he moved his eyes lower still until he could look at where he was buried.

Right. In. Her.

“That’s it, baby.” The headboard banged against the wall, and he growled. “You’re mine, Hannah. No one will ever have you but me.” Air sawed in and out of his lungs, his chest burned, but it was this pleasure/pain, this feeling that for the first time in his fucking life, he had something truly for himself.

Curling his hands around her waist, he marveled at how small she was compared to him, how feminine and delicate. He needed to be careful with her. She seemed like she’d break in his hands.

I’ll never let anyone hurt her.

He continued to watch as he pumped his dick in and out of her wet, pink pussy. “Squeeze that pretty cunt around me. Take all of me, all the fucking way to the hilt, Hannah.” The sight of his cock moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Her pussy lips were stretched around him, and every time he pulled out, he could see her wetness and… a tinge of red on his cock. Blood. His entire body tightened at the sight of that.

He looked at her face then, their eyes clashing, catching… holding. Scars wanted to say something, anything, to ask her if she was untouched, if this was her first time. God, was it? Had it been? Had he been too rough, too forceful in pushing into her?

But the feeling of her pussy walls clenching rhythmically around him had his pleasure moving vastly toward the surface and all thoughts leaving him. She was going to come.

Because of me.

Scars gritted his teeth as he started rubbing her clit and slammed his hips against her, over and over again, faster and faster. Hannah was gasping, crying out, giving him everything.

He gave her everything that was him.

And when she clawed at him, trying to bring him closer, coming because of him, he let go himself.

The guttural roar that spilled from his lips couldn’t be contained. It was loud and fierce, primal and animalistic.

“Scars,” she cried as her pussy rippled around his cock again.

He forced his eyes to stay open and watch as he came. It was a hard feat, since he wanted to let his own pleasure control him, but seeing Hannah come undone for him—because of him—had his orgasm spiking.

He grunted, his muscles tightening painfully, his cock swelling in her as he pumped her full of his seed.

His life was forever changed because of this one woman.

When his climax dimmed, Scars slowed his pace but didn’t pull out right away. He felt her inner walls clenching around his shaft from her orgasm, and he closed his eyes and just relished that he’d made her feel good.