Page 151 of Scarred

His breath mingles with mine before his hands dive into my hair and our lips collide. Our tongues tangle in a frenzy as I fist his dress shirt, desperate to keep him as close as I possibly can.

“I need you,” he groans against my lips. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“I’m here,” I breathe, pulling his shirt out of his waistband and needing to feel his skin against mine.

He makes quick work of his buttons and tosses his shirt on the floor, baring his chest to me.

My fingers trace his beautiful tattoo before I place a gentle kiss on his heart as my tongue sweeps over all the dark lines of pain and scars he once carried.

His fingers curl into my hair as I slide off the counter and drop to my knees. I can feel him watching me as I unbuckle his slacks and let them drop to the floor before freeing him from his black boxer briefs. He steps out of both and kicks them to the side as I feast on the sight before me.

He’s rock hard and swollen as I watch a bead of arousal seep from the tip and slide down his thick veins. A rush of heat gathers between my legs as I catch the drop with my tongue and follow the trail back up before sucking his tip clean.

His breath wooshes out all at once as his fingers dig into my hair. I glance up, and his chest heaves as he focuses straight ahead. The green of his eyes is ablaze with a primal need that I badly want to sate.

He’s seeing his name and number on me in the mirror.

Something inside me desperately wants to give him a memory he won’t ever forget.

I take him deep to the back of my throat before my head begins to bob with each stroke of my mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses, gripping my hair tighter.

His reaction has me moaning against his skin as I press my thighs together in an attempt to slow down the ache.

He quickly takes control, guiding me down his length as my fingernails dig into his ass, sure to leave a mark on him tomorrow.

“God, I love watching your pretty little mouth suck my cock while you wear my name,” he growls.

He touches the back of my throat again before pulling out and hauling me up. Turning me around so I’m facing the mirror, he clasps my throat and holds me against him.

His hand slides down and slips between my legs.

He moans against my neck and smiles.

“Someone enjoyed that,” he murmurs, running his finger through the wetness that has formed. “As much as I love to cum down that gorgeous throat of yours,” he says, squeezing my neck slightly, “I need to fill this thirsty cunt more.”

His words do their job, and I’m practically whimpering under his gaze as he bends forward so I’m grasping the counter. Reaching between us, he pushes my skirt up, and seconds later, he’s deep inside on my next breath.

My eyes close on a moan as my thighs quiver from the pleasure it brings.

“Open your eyes,” he orders quietly as his face slowly comes into view. “Much better,” he says when our eyes meet.

His body starts to move against mine, and I watch with hooded eyes at the beautiful and erotic sight before me.

Muscles strain against each thrust he does, bringing me closer to the edge. His abs are hard and rigid as I trace each ripple leading to the curve of my bottom that’s peeking out from the hem of my skirt. His number is fisted tightly in his hand as his other palm splays across my throat, keeping me locked in place.

I feel every bit desired and wanted in this moment as he watches my reflection like I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

His eyes lock with mine, and it’s like staring into the other half of my soul. He blinks in surprise, and I know he feels it too as a deep love washes over me, pulling me over the edge and into another space and time.

My body pulses around him as I whimper his name.

One more deep thrust, and he pours inside me, my name leaving his lips as he holds me against him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m holding on to the same fear and praying like hell that he’s the one who won’t disappear.

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