Page 35 of Under Your Scars

“Oh,God,” I cry out, my back arching off the leather sofa. “Please, Mr. Reeves. Please.”

“I don’t think you even know what you’re begging for.”

He looks up at me from between my legs and keeps eye contact with me as his sinful tongue lightly circles my throbbing clit. My eyes roll back in my head and my hands shoot to his hair, pulling him closer. I feel him chuckle against my pussy and the vibrations cause me to buck against his chin. “Do you know what I want, Elena?”

“What?” I ask—no Ipleadfor him to tell me. “Please, whatever you want, God, please just taste me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to stay down here for as long as it takes. I want to spell out my name with my tongue against your clit, Elena, over and fucking over, until you’re screaming it.”

He uses his free arm to pin down my hips and he finally licks a thick stripe up my wet slit. I moan loudly as he begins to trace letters on my clit. I’m so clouded by pleasure that I’ve forgotten the alphabet. I’ve forgotten his name. I’ve forgottenmyname. All I can do is gasp and grip at his hair and grind against his face as he sucks on my clit and pumps his middle finger in and out of me so fast and so hard I’m convinced he has the strongest forearms on the goddamn planet.

“What’s my name?” he asks, and I only moan in response as his finger curls inside me.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. The sounds I’m making are downright pornographic and dirty. He’s eating me out like I’m his favorite meal, licking and sucking my clit and plunging his expertly skillful tongue into my dripping cunt along with his finger.

My legs clamp shut against the side of his head. He uses his free hand to push them open again. “Not quite. Let me start over.”

He begins to trace his name over my clit again.

C. H. R. I. S. T.

Christis right.

That’s as far as I make it before I cum again, all over his mouth and chin and hands. I really should be embarrassed by how messy and filthy it is, but when he crawls back up my body and I see that his face is soaked with my essence, all it does is make me want him more.

“Say my name,” he whispers.

“Mr. Reeves.”

He growls and flips me onto my stomach, delivering a sharp slap to my ass. I hear him begin to unbuckle his belt, and it makes my pussy quiver with anticipation.

“Say my name,” he commands.

“Mr. Reeves.”

“Goddamn it,” he growls, landing another harsh slap against the tender flesh of my ass, hard enough to make me whimper.

That’s when I feel the silky length of him rut against my weeping core. The tip of his cock catches against my entrance and we both moan at the same time.

He reaches under my body and up my chest to wrap his hand around my throat, gently squeezing until he has complete control of me. He tilts my head to the side to kiss me, all tongue and teeth as he slams into me in one harsh thrust. It causes me to rock forward with so much force I nearly fall over the arm of the sofa.

Holy fuck, he’s huge. I don’t have to see it, I can feel it in the deepest, most primal part of my body. He’s stretching me deliciously, hardly meeting any resistance from how drenched I am. My body opens up to him like I was made exactly to fit his throbbing length. He pounds into me at a brutal pace, so hard that my loud moans get cut off each time he slams into me. So hard that the couch scuffs along the floor with each thrust.

He hits that perfect spot inside me over and over again until I’m writhing around him, and my release launches me into space.

“Fuck,” he spits out through gritted teeth. “You’re on the pill, right? Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Yes,” I breathe, skipping over how he knows that. “Yes. I promise I am.”

“Can I—”

“God, yes.Please.”

“Only if you say my name. Fuck, Elena, please, I’m so fucking close. Say my name, baby.”

When I don’t, another sharp slap lands across my ass, the hardest of them all. It hurts so good that another small orgasm rolls through me, and this time, when I fall over the edge, he falls with me, spilling inside me without warning and with such vigor I think he caught himself off guard.

“Fuck,” he groans, falling over me and resting his head on my back. “Jesus Christ. You are fucking perfect.”