Page 9 of Savagely Scarred

She obeys like the good fucking girl she is and perches herself on the second step. I remove my ruined shirt and unbuckle my belt, never taking my eyes off her. While I take off the rest of my clothes, she unclasps her bra and throws it over the railing.

I fist my aching cock, stroking it while running my eyes up her beautiful body. Her thick toned legs. Those fucking hips I love grabbing onto and digging my fingers into. The scars she hates me looking at, but I see nothing but beauty. The lotus tattoo is a work of art on her already perfect body. Her large, full breasts are heaving with anticipation. Glacial blue eyes stare back at me and I step closer to her.

A goddess forged from trauma.

How the fuck I am deserving of this I will never know, but I am beyond grateful. She has claimed all of me. Body, mind, and soul.

I wrap her silky brown hair around my hand and tug her forward until the head of my cock is brushing against her lips. Without taking her eyes off mine, she traces the thick vein with the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip. A shiver runs down my spine, and I hiss through my teeth. She grabs the base and squeezes while circling the tip with her tongue.

“Teasing again?”

She shakes her head before swallowing my cock, taking most of it in her mouth. It hits the back of her throat and she gags, constricting around it.

“Jesus Christ,” I moan.

She proceeds to suck it like her fucking life depends on it. Her tongue applies more pressure while she twists her hand around the base. I'm going to explode if she keeps this up.

I grip the back of her head and slam to the back of her throat one more time before I pull the whole way out, trailing a string of drool from her mouth. Her mascara is running down her freckled cheeks. She wipes off her swollen lips and looks up at me eagerly.

“Turn around,” I pant.

She starts to obey but then pauses.

“We should go—,” her yelp cuts off the rest of her sentence when I smack her ass.

“I fuck you where I catch you,” I growl and drop behind her, watching her grip the step above her.

She moans when I latch onto her clit and suck it into my mouth. I should tease her back as punishment, but every time my face is in her pussy is fucking nirvana. I ravage her until her legs are quaking and I know she’s close. My mouth leaves her and I shove two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out.

“So, about these concerts,” I start.

She looks at me over her shoulder. “You want to talk about this NOW?”

“No,” I say curtly, “I just want to hear you sing.”

On the last word, I curl my fingers inside of her while rubbing tight circles over her clit with my thumb. She answers me in a glorious symphony of her moans and my name leaving her lips.

While she struggles to hold herself up on the steps with trembling arms, I suck her cum off my fingers and stand back up. I grab my cock, staring at her plump ass.

“Baby, I’m 6’4”. I’m going to need you a little higher.”

Liv is already spent, but she slowly obliges and crawls up another step. Placing my foot next to hers, I lunge forward until I’m lined up with her entrance.

This is going to kill my thigh later, but it will be so worth it.

“Sage. Please,” she pleads.

“Such a needy thing,” I say as I jerk her back onto my cock.

“Oh fuck!” she screams and tightens around me.

Jesus fucking Christ her pussy is heaven.

I slide my hands up her body to her breasts, kneading them while slowly thrusting in and out of her. Once she adjusts to my size, I grab her shoulder and hip and start pounding into her.

Gripping the step, her knuckles turn white from trying to keep herself from falling forward. My fingers dig into her hip, and I reach between her legs with the other hand and rub her already sensitive clit. I change the angle of my hips, making sure I hit the right spot.

"Oh, God. Yes. Right there."