Scarlett and Her Prince Charming
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“My girl is not as good as she wants people to think.” He leaned forward and lightly bit my lower lip. “I love that you’re naughty only for me.” He stared into my eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. And I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.” He hooked his fingers in the sides of my thong and pulled.
I lifted my hips so he could remove it all the way.
And then he buried his face between my thighs.
I lifted my hips again, trying to get even closer to him, and slid my fingers in his hair. But I didn’t need to hold him in place. He was devouring me like I was the only sustenance he needed.
God, he was driving me crazy. “Axel. Please.”
He lifted his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He slid his fingers in where his tongue had been a moment ago.
“Please,” I begged again. “I want you to hurt me.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh. “I will never hurt you again, baby.”
I knew he was talking about the last several years. But this wasn’t the same kind of hurt. I had a feeling this hurt would actually feel amazing. I ripped the condom wrapper open and pushed myself back up, making his fingers go deeper.
“Axel Stevens, if you’re not inside of me in ten seconds, I’m going to push you down on the bed and straddle you myself.”
“Well now you’re just threatening me with a good time.” He smiled against my skin as he kissed the inside of my knee and down my shin. It was like he wanted to kiss every inch of me before he pressed inside of me.
“We have our whole lives for you to explore.”
“Hm,” he said against my skin as he kissed the inside of my ankle bone. At the same time he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.
“That’s it.” I slid back, making his fingers slide out of me. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed. And then I pushed him backward.
I rolled the condom slowly over him, thinking about how impossible it seemed that every inch was going to fit inside of me. But I didn’t have time to overthink it. I had a one track mind tonight. I lifted my leg to straddle him.
But he caught my thigh and somehow flipped me over so I was on my back.
I laughed and he silenced me with a kiss as he settled between my thighs. His tip pressed against me. And he stared into my eyes as he slowly slid into me, stretching me.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered.
It hurt a little. But the pain was so outweighed by pleasure. So I kept my mouth shut.
He slowly moved his hips, sliding farther into me.
God. I’d never felt so full. And it just kept going.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I nodded and trailed my fingers down the muscles in his back.
He kept going slow. Inch by inch. There was sweat on his forehead, like he was trying hard to control himself.
I didn’t want him to control himself. I slid my hands lower to his ass and pulled, pushing him the rest of the way in.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I winced.
He saw the expression on my face and started to pull out.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
He nodded and dropped his forehead to mine. He slowly moved his hips. Moving in and out of me. Until the pain disappeared. I tilted my hips up to match his pace.