Page 86 of Carved in Scars


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“No,” I tell him. “I don’t go in that one.”

He frowns, and his eyes run down my body, lingering on my chest and then on the exposed skin near my center. I’m suddenly aware of just how poorly the towel covers my body. I attempt to clutch it tighter, even though his gaze floods my core with warm, wet heat.

“Have you been hurting yourself?” he asks.

“Please just go away.”

He pushes the towel open and runs his hands over my hips, stopping to trace the fresh scabbed-over lines near my waist.

“Ally…” he says and shakes his head.

“No,” I say. “You don’t get to judge me. Leave me alone.”

I try to walk around him, and his arms pin me in place.

“Is that what you want? Yesterday, you were begging me to fuck you.”

“That was before I knew you were fucking Audrey. I wouldn’t touch you now,” I sneer.

He laughs—as if anything about this is funny. “I never fucked Audrey.”

One hand rests on my hip just under the cuts, and with the other, he grazes his knuckles against the exposed skin on my stomach. He traces lines up and down my core, dipping low enough to cause me to suck in a breath through my teeth.

“Don’t,” I force out.

“Don’t what?” he asks. “Touch your pussy?”

“Yes,” I say weakly.

But he dips his hand lower anyway and starts rubbing my clit in slow circles with two fingers.

“You know, for a girl who doesn’t want it, you’re slick as fuck for me.”

My breath starts to heave as he picks up speed, and my mind loses the battle with my body not to give in.

“Open,” he says, coaxing my clenched thighs apart with his knee. A soft moan escapes me as I give in and open up for him.

“There you go,” he says. “That’s better.”

His hand dips lower, pushing two fingers into me, moving them in and out while working my clit with his thumb. I whimper and arch my back against the shower wall while he works my pussy.

“God, listen to how wet you are,” he says.

I squeeze my eyes shut and start bucking against his hand, so close to the edge and desperate for more friction.

Just as my legs start to shake, his hand stills, and I almost scream.

“Drop the towel, Ally,” he says. “Let me see your tits, and I’ll let you come.”

I hesitate for only a second, my willpower long gone by now, before I let the towel fall to the wet floor.

“Fuck…” he says.

He dips down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, then goes back to work pumping into me with his fingers, edging me closer again to my orgasm. With my own hands now free, I pull his sweatpants down over his hips and start jerking his cock. He groans as his tongue flicks back and forth over my nipple, and he curls his fingers inward, increasing his speed.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “I’m going to come. Fuck!”

My pussy clenches around his fingers as spasms start wracking through my body. I ride it out with one armhooked around his shoulders to keep me on my feet and the other hand still wrapped around his dick.

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