Page 57 of Touch of Chaos


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“Fuck yes, that’s it slut, relax for me. Let me fuck you.” At my cruel words, she relaxes a little further, sinking into the mattress.

I increase my pace, fucking her faster and harder with each stroke. Part of me wonders if I’m hurting her but the longer I go the more she presses her ass up, urging me to go even deeper. She likes this.

“I’m going to fill your ass with my come but I want you to come with me. I want you to fall apart while I fuck your ass,” I say as I snake my arm around her, until my fingers are rightover her swollen clit. I start rubbing the small bundle of nerves, roughly, rougher than I normally would and it only takes a few seconds for her orgasm to sneak up on her.

“I—I’m coming…” She manages to spit out between choked moans.

A grunt rips from my throat, as I fuck her with deep strokes while pinching her clit so hard it must be painful. Her thighs quiver and her body tightens as her release takes hold of her.

“Fuck yes, milk my cock!” I roar as she comes all over my fingers.

“Ren!” Scarlet’s sleepy voice drags me out of my dream. “Ren, wake up!”

My eyes fly open and I’m greeted with the bright light of the bedside lamp. Scarlet is hovering over me, concern edged into her face. “I think you had a bad dream,” she explains. Bad? I wouldn't say that. Disturbing. Maybe.

“What’s wrong?” The concern grows in her voice.

“Nothing… I think I wasn’t dreaming. It felt more like I was remembering something. River’s memory.”

Scarlet swallows slowly, her delicate throat moving. “What kind of memory?” She still sound worried but this time for a different reason.

“I was fucking your ass. On this bed. You were spreading your cheeks for me and I called you slut and my good little girl.”

Scarlet’s eyes go wide, her whole face turns a hue of pink. I know I’m right before she says the words. This was a memory. This really happened. I did that to her… and she liked it.

“It’s true. You did that… we did that,” she tells me shyly.

“And you enjoyed it very much,” I point out, still shocked by the revelation.

“Did you not?” Scarlet questions.

“I did.” Fuck me, I did. It was so fucking hot having her ass wrapped around my cock. Squeezing me so tightly. “I just didn’t expect you to like it that much.”

“Are you disappointed in me?”

Disappointed?“What?! No! Why would you say that?”

“Because you call me your angel and now you know that there is a depraved part of me that likes to be called names during sex.”

“Oh Scarlet.” I sit up straight, bringing my hand up to cup her cheek, I look deep into her eyes when I speak the next words. “There is nothing you could say or do that would make me stop loving you or think badly of you in any way. I don’t care what you like in bed as long as you share it with me.”

Relief washes over her features before excitement takes hold of her. “Ren, do you realize what just happened? You remembered what you did as River. That’s a great step forward.”

“It is,” I agree, wishing I could access those memories as I please. Especially the explicit once. “What time is it?”

Scarlet checks her phone on the nightstand. “Seven in the morning.”

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. I’m going to head in the shower.”

“I’ll join you!” Scarlet gets up from the bed eagerly heading straight for the attached bathroom. I follow her close behind, watching her remove the shirt and panties she is wearing until she is completely bare to me.

My cock roars to life, even though I came inside her mouth just a few hours ago, I’m ready to devour her all over again. I peel my shorts off and turn on the hot water in my shower. Not waiting till it gets warm, I step under the cold spray to cool off. The icy water hits my heated skin and my dick immediately deflates.

“I don’t know how you stand cold showers, I’d die,” Scarlet says, rubbing her hands over her arms to warm up.

“You get used to it.” I grin at her. “It’s getting warm now, you can come in without freezing to death.”

“Thank god!” Scarlet slips under the shower, her silky skin brushing against mine in the process. I stifle a moan. I never get over the effect this woman has on me. One touch is all it takes for me to want her all over again.

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