Page 70 of Scarred

Walking around me, his fingers skim down my bare skin, landing just above my ass. The soft sound of a zipper breaks the silence as it slides down, baring my thong to him.

He sucks in a sharp breath before unclasping the halter at my neck, my dress silently dropping to a pool at my feet.

The cool air hits my nipples, causing them to harden.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I knew this ass would be amazing.” His hand roams over my cheek before squeezing it hard. “So fucking good,” he growls against my ear before biting my lobe slightly and backing away.

I step out of my dress, wearing only a thong and high heels. He moves around me, and his gaze darkens when they land on my breasts.

Dropping to one knee, he lifts my ankle and removes my heels one by one before sliding my thong down and tossing it aside.

His breath fans my center, and when he swipes through my arousal with his tongue, I don’t hold back the moan that erupts from me.

“Always so ready for me,” he praises, taking one more leisurely swipe before standing up. “On the bed,” his voice scrapes out before his hands work the buttons on his shirt.

With shaky knees, I climb on the bed before settling in the center.

“I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me what you did on the phone that night.”

I’ve never had someone watch me get off, but when he drags his dress shirt off his shoulders, the image of him standing bare-chested in front of me has my hand sliding down my stomach without a second thought.

He smiles when I obey, and when his hands go to his belt, I sink a finger in deep. My eyes follow his movements as he toes his shoes off and removes his pants and socks.

When he’s standing in just black boxer briefs, my hand stills when he hooks his thumb into the waistband.

“Keep that hand moving,” he tsks, not going any further until my fingers slide in again. “Good girl,” he murmurs.

Those two words send a surge of arousal between my legs. Reading it in one of my romance books is one thing, but hearing it come from Cayden’s lips is on a whole other level.

He notices my reaction and his lip curls at the edge as he cocks his head.

“You like it when I call you good girl.” It’s more of an observation than it is a question, but I nod anyway as I bite my lip when another spark shoots to my core. “You keep surprising me,” he muses, and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing from the furrowed look on his face.

I don’t have time to give it any more thought as he drops the last of his clothing and his huge dick springs out, widening my eyes.

Holy shit.

His dark chuckle rings out, and I realize I spoke that aloud.

“See something you want, little moon?” He wraps his hand around his swollen length and gives it a slow stroke. “Because I know I do,” he rumbles low, and I practically feel the sound vibrate against my thighs as his eyes roam over my spread legs.

His tip glistens with his arousal, and I subconsciously lick my lips.

“I will fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he chuckles darkly, reading my mind. “But I want something more, first.”

Walking over to the foot of the bed, he reaches over and grabs my ankles, pulling me in one quick motion to the edge of the bed.

Dropping to his knees, my insides quiver when I realize what he wants.

Palms skim up the top of my feet and circle my ankles, lifting my heels onto the edge of the bed.

“Fuck that’s a beautiful sight,” he rasps, pushing my thighs open wider before diving in.

My back arches off the bed as I fist the comforter with both hands at my side.

“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the coarse hair on his jawline brush across my skin. His tongue sinks deep while his hands slide under my ass, lifting me to meet his thrusts.

The vibration of his groan has me shamelessly rubbing myself against his face. When he latches onto my clit my vision goes dark as my body coils tight.