Page 76 of Pretty Little Scars

“Does that mean youdon’twant to be in the house with me?”

“No.” She pulls me closer. “I want to. But first, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk for a freaking week.”

This is the girl of my dreams.

I reverse our positions, and when she’s on top of me, I smack her ass, making her yelp.

“Sit on my face, Duchess.”

She frowns down at me. “I don’t want to kill you, Tucker. You’re too sexy, too nice to me, too?—”

“You won’t kill me.”

“It’s called smothering.”

Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and plant wet kisses over her chest.

“Stop arguing with me and sit your perfect cunt on my face so I can eat my fill. Do you understand me?” My voice is hard as I circle her throat with my hand, and her eyes grow almost glassy with lust. “Do what I say, Darby.”

That has her floundering. “You just called me by my government name, so I guess you mean it.”

After lying back down, I guide her up my torso until she’s hovering over my face, her hands braced on the wooden headboard.

“This isn’t sitting. This is squatting.”

“I can’t put all my weight on your mouth, Tucker Hendrix.”

“Challenge accepted.” I smack her ass again and pull her down, my hands gripping onto her hips as she lowers. When I lick right inside her entrance, and she cries out, my cock fills to bursting.

And I was already hard as fuck.

“Hmm,” I hum against her as I lap and kiss and suck, and her hips move in circles as she grinds down on me, riding my face like a fucking bull-riding champ.

Fuck yes.

“Tucker! God, your mouth could end wars. But if you put it on anyone else, I will cut their eyes out.”

I chuckle against her and suck my way up to her clit. I can see her writhing above me, shivering and losing herself in the sensations.

When her legs start to shake, I easily reverse our position again, spread her wide, and fuckingdevourher.

“Tucker!” she screams as she comes hard into my mouth, bucking against me. Before she can come down from that high, I quickly move up her body and plunge right inside her, until I’m buried to the hilt, and she grabs onto me, as if she wants me even closer. “Fuck yes. Yes yes yes yes.”

“Yes?” I pull out and then push back in again, and she moans. “Your pussy isperfect. The taste, how wet you get, the way you feel wrapped around my cock. Every bit of it is absolutely perfect, and all mine. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

I’m pounding into her now, unable to hold back. Christ my entire body is buzzing with the need to claim her, to mark her as mine.

“Tucker,” her voice breaks as she crests over into another orgasm, shattering beautifully beneath me, her pussy rippling around me and pulling my own climax from me.

I come inside her, my forehead on hers, both of us breathing the same goddamn air.

“Wow,” she says as she starts to catch her breath. “I’ve never done the drunk-sex thing before, but it’s fuckingfun.”

I smirk and kiss her delectable lips until I have to come up for air.

“Still drunk, baby?”