Page 101 of Embrace

Oh fuck.

She doesn’t need to tell me again. My hands find her waist, and I’m grinding her down on my cock straining through my pants. Feeling the warmth of her covering my lap.

“Your shirt’s wet,” she whispers. “Can I take it off?”

I nod, and she unbuttons my shirt, revealing every inch of my skin that she’s already seen. But this time she looks at me in awe, her hands roaming freely like they’ve been released from purgatory.

I imagine how the warmth between her legs would feel taking all of me as I sink into her. Feeling her pulse around me, hearing her moaning my name like I’ve dreamed.

“I’m going to make you come, okay?” she says, and my eyes bounce back to hers.

Scarlett’s already undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, and reaching underneath my boxers to stroke my dick. It happens so fast, so effortlessly, I can barely speak my next words.

She gasps when she feels me hot and thick in her hands, squeezing me with a mischievous look in her eyes. Then she leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re so big, Kian, I don’t know if you’ll even fit inside me.”

“Fuck, Scar, you—” She pulls me out, running her thumb over the bead of precome on the tip. It’s so sensitive to her touch, I’m surprised I don’t come right there. I make that feeling worse when I stop her movements, standing and taking her with me before she can protest.

“What are you doing?” she asks, holding on tight.

I place her on the table, tightening my grip on her thighs. “I finally have you, Scarlett. I’m going to take my time. I won’t rush when I worship your pussy.”

She’s stunned silent and lets me kiss her senseless, until I’ve got her flat on her back on the table, pressing my hips into hers, feeling her buck.

“Now, lie back and spread these pretty thighs for me, so I can taste you.”

Thirty-four

Scarlett

Kian Ishida hasa filthy mouth.

I don’t have time to dwell on the revelation because I’m pressed against his massive body, his bare, tattooed skin all over me, blocking my view of anything but him.

Kian kisses me hard, then moves down my jaw, to my neck, kissing the cold metal of my necklace. My breath catches when he lifts it with his finger, watching it glint in the light.

I got the chain for myself from a local flea market after I testified against my dad. It was a small gift, and a reminder of what I could get through. Two hearts, one for the girl I was before that day, and one for me after.

“This is pretty.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, focusing on trying not to make my chest rise and fall so rapidly. I’m already soaked, and I squirm under his touch, hoping he does something soon.

Then he kisses his way down my chest, between my breasts, admiring the nipple piercings. “These are pretty too.”

I blush like an idiot. I’ve been told I have a “nice rack,” but when Kian says it, it’s like he’s complimenting artwork.

When he pulls my jeans down my legs, I’m trembling.

I help him push my jeans down my thighs, knowing they’ll get stuck there and I’ll have to do an embarrassing shimmy to get them all the way down. But Kian doesn’t let me. With a kiss to my navel, he pulls off my jeans and my underwear, leaving me entirely bare under the fluorescents.

It took me a while to become comfortable with my naked body, especially when men are looking at it, but with Kian, something crackles up my spine. It only flares when a low, hungry groan leaves his mouth as he parts my thighs.

Kian drops to his knees.

“You’re so pretty. So wet.” He runs his thumb down my slit. “Fucking swollen for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I whimper, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs and onto the table. “Yes.”

But then Kian presses his face into my pussy. His deep, guttural moan vibrates against my core and makes my legs shake uncontrollably. “Easy, Scar, I haven’t even started.”