Page 83 of BounBound By Scars

MyHeer.

She laughed, breathless and radiant. “I love you too, Amelia Desmond,” she singsonged. “I’m whipped too, Amelia Desmond.”

I slid her panties down and stared at her like a man who’d found his purpose. “In about three seconds, I’m gonna bepussy-whipped, Amelia Desmond.”

And then I dove in without warning.

My mouth met her pussy like it had always belonged there. Tongue, teeth, worship. She was wet—so fucking wet—and the taste of her was already imprinted in my bloodstream.

“Oh fuck, Kabir!”

Her moans echoed off the walls, desperate and shameless, and I swore I would never get enough. My fingers joined the rhythm, slow and deep, teasing her just right.

She had pulled a pillow under her head, her gaze locked on mine as I flicked my tongue and nipped her clit, over and over.

I pressed my thumb down gently as I murmured against her, “You know I fucking love you,Heer. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you with my tongue first.”

She whimpered, hips rising to meet me. “Jesus…”

“Kabir,” she growled my name, guttural, frustrated, needy.

I gave her what she wanted, burying myself in her, every moan from her lips spurring me on. I was aching—literally throbbing in my boxers—but I wasn’t stopping until she shattered.

But then she pushed me away.

I blinked, confused, knowing she hadn’t come yet. She sat up, eyes blazing, and before I could ask what she was doing, she flipped us with a move that could only be pure jiu-jitsu.

And suddenly, I was flat on my back, blinking up at her gorgeous plump ass, hovering over me.

Wait…

My boxers were gone.

Hell—Iwas gone the next second.

“My mouth gets to fuck you, too, Mr. Gill,” she mumbled before I felt the delicious heat wrapping around my hard fucking cock.

Oh.

She was wild with it too. Like he was her own personal joystick.

I groaned, head falling back. “Oh my God…”

She took me like she owned me—because she did—her mouth sinful and relentless. I gripped her thighs and pulled her down, burying my face between her legs again, because I needed her, too.

I wanted her to fucking suffocate me.

My tongue found its rhythm. My hands spreading her—baring her every inch. Her moans got louder. Her body trembled above me. And I was barely hanging on.

Not yet, Kabir.

Not until she came.

Her mouth slipped off my cock with a choked cry just as a scream—raw and unfiltered—ripped from her throat.

I latched onto her clit again, hard, as her orgasm surged through her. She trembled above me, her thighs clenching, her body helplessly writhing from the aftershocks.

But then, even as the tremors still rippled through her, she leaned down and took me into her mouth again.