Page 71 of Scarred

“Cayden,” I pant, feeling my walls start to clench.

“Give it to me,” he demands, shoving two fingers inside and biting my swollen clit before drawing it into his mouth on a deep suck.

I cry out as I clamp down hard on his fingers. My body feels weightless as I soar into the ethers, feeling every bit of the intoxicating pleasure he pulls out of me.

When I finally loosen my grip on the comforters, he lowers me down with a smug look on his face.

“That was…” I struggle to catch my breath as I blow a piece of my hair out of my face. “That was the best damn thing I’ve ever felt,” I laugh, still feeling euphoric.

“That’s only because you haven’t felt my dick.” He gives me a cocky grin before standing up and walking over to his suitcase, pulling out a condom from the front pocket.

I dismiss the sharp pang of jealousy that he came prepared, not knowing I was going to be here. If I weren’t here, would some other girl be lying on this bed in my place?

Stuffing it down, I brace myself on my elbows and watch him tear it with his teeth before sliding it over his length.

I think about telling him I have an IUD, but something tells me it’s safer for my heart this way. Going bare seems more personal…more real. As long as I can keep up the notion that this is just sex…even if it’s the best sex of my life, if the two orgasms he’s already given me are any indication, and not anything more, then we both can walk away with a few wins under our belt.

He slowly saunters over, his broad frame towering over the bed, and his eyes holding a fierceness that I can’t decipher.

He crooks his finger for me to come to him, and I sit up on my knees facing him. His hands dive into my hair as his lips find mine. There’s an underlying turmoil that I can’t explain as his tongue seeks mine. It’s almost as if he’s waging a battle inside as his fingers fist harder against my scalp.

He breaks away panting, his eyes a mixture of need and torment, before he flips me around and pushes me down on the bed so my ass is in the air.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He grounds out, his breath ragged in the silence of the room as he presses his tip near my opening, but stops from going further.

“Yes,” I whisper, knowing there is no going back for me. I’m already in too deep to pull myself out. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, feeling my heart pound against the bed as he draws in a strained breath.

“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” he says quietly, “but I do know I haven’t wanted something this much in a very long time.”

He fills me in one deep thrust, and I cry out as my body quickly adjusts to his size.

“Fuck,” he growls, buried to the hilt inside me. “Jesus, Luna, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grits out. “Don’t move,” he growls when I press back into him.

He’s breathing heavily as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. I feel a steady pulse between my legs as I resist the urge to slide forward and slam back into him again.

When he finally starts to move inside me, my body clenches around him, claiming him possessively.

He fills me again harder this time, and a moan vibrates in my chest. At this angle, I feel him so deep inside that he’s like an extension of my body that I’m clinging to with all my might, afraid this feeling might go away.

His hand slides up my back and buries into my hair, grabbing a fistful. He tugs hard, and the sting on my scalp only urges me further.

“I knew there was a dirty side to you,” he says with a throaty chuckle, pulling harder as I moan my approval. “Little moon seems to like it rough,” he observes when I feel my arousal drip down my thigh.

The slap of our bodies echoes in the room as his thrusts get more demanding and harder. I’m on the brink of falling when a slap jolts my body back as a sting on my ass cheek sears through my preorgasm haze.

“Not yet,” he warns, rubbing his hand over my reddened skin to soothe away the pleasurable pain.

He brings me to the edge again, only to slap the other side, stopping me at the last second. His palm runs over the burn, and I close my eyes on a moan.

“Cayden, please,” I whimper, as my walls clench around him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, digging into my hips again and thrusting into me hard.

“Yes,” I moan, feeling myself slip over the edge. My orgasm slams into me with brutal force as I cry out his name, clenching around him in a tight vise.

His raw moan rings out as he pulses inside me.

Our heavy breaths are the only sounds in the room as he eventually slides out of me.