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“You're blushing,” he says with a grin and starts opening the fly on my jeans. “I wanna see if it goes all the way down.”
I lift my hips, and he has them off in record time, taking my panties at the same time. I shouldn’t be doing this out in the living room when anyone could walk in, but I can’t bring myself to stop it either. He slides his hands from my ankles right up towards the insides of my thighs, and for the first time, the fact that he can see and feel my scar only distracts me for a second.
“Fuck, I've been dying to do this again, and this time I get you all to my fucking self.”
He yanks me around so suddenly I squeak, leaving me sitting on the couch, with him on the floor and my legs spread wide on either side of him. With a confident, sexy smirk, he leans in and spreads me open before driving his tongue between my folds.
“Scrapper!” is all I get out before I lose all ability to speak.
A long moan slips out of me, making my lungs burn until I suck in the next breath. And then he does it all over again. I don't know where he learned to use his tongue like this, but I love it. Crave it. Need it. Soft, hot and flexible, and then he stiffens it and drives inside me, it's like he's already fucking me a little. But I've seen his cock. This is just the appetizer.
I lean back and let him feast. He slips a finger inside just before he teases my clit, and I push off the couch, hungry for more. He takes his time, clearly enjoying himself and in no hurry. Every stroke of his tongue gets me a little closer, makes my breath come just a little heavier, the moans sound a little throatier. I squeeze my thighs tight as my orgasm builds, trying to back away and get closer at the same time. But there’s no way I'm getting away, and I really don't want to. It's just so intense.
My hands are clenched hard. One is pressed hard against my mouth to keep from screaming, while the other is gripping the couch cushion to keep me from floating away. My toes curl, and my chest goes tight. I groan into my fist, and then my whole world explodes.
“Scrapper!” His name comes out not as a scream, but as a breathy, a desperate cry as my whole body contracts.
And he doesn't stop. Shock after shock blasts through me, making me shudder and squirm all over his tongue, but with his hands holding my hips in place, he drives my orgasm on and on until all I see are fireworks and I'm floating, falling but never hitting anything. He's going to kill me with pleasure.
When he finally lets up, I slump onto the couch like a wet rag, and just as soaked. My God, I don't know if I've ever come that hard. I open my eyes, and find him looking at me, his face glistening with my juices. That man just took my whole universe and spun it until I didn’t know up from down.
“Holy crap,” I whisper.
“How am I doing? Should I call for backup?” He chuckles as he moves up my body, dropping kisses on my hip, my belly, my breast, my collarbone. And then he's in front of me, pressing his lips against mine. I taste myself on him and I don't care. It's just proof of how he rocked my world. I kiss him back like I need him to breathe.
His hand dips into his pocket and comes out with a small plastic packet. He tears it open with his teeth, and I watch transfixed as he opens his belt and shoves his jeans down far enough to reveal a long, hard length of cock, dripping and ready for me. His hand slides over the fat tip, and I hold my breath as he wraps himself and notches his dick right where I want it the most.
“Yeah?”
I tear my gaze away to find him looking at me with his eyebrows raised in question.
“Yeah. Oh, God, yeah.”
I close my eyes and moan as he pushes inside, spreading me open with his thickness. He feels so good. So big. So complete.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “Why the hell are you living here? I should be keeping you fucking naked and chained up in my room.” He emphasizes the last few words by driving his hips flush with mine.
“So deep,” I gasp out between breaths. “God, you're so deep.”
I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his tight ass as he grabs my wrists and pins them down next to my head. “Fucking take it all,” he hisses into my ear. “I want to feel you raw, honey. Just my skin against yours, until you soak up every fucking drop I have to give you. I wanna fucking claim you proper.”
Oh. I didn’t think I liked dirty talk, but maybe it just hasn’t been the right person doing the talking. He's so dirty, so intense. And as he fucks me like he wants to put all of himself inside me, he growls. The sound raises goosebumps all over my body. It's so primal. So vicious. So damn sexy.
Every thrust drives me into the couch, and I can feel his jeans rubbing against my thighs. I do my best to keep up, but I’m really just hanging on for the ride while his whole body flexes and shifts over me, his six-pack hard and defined as he takes me. He's so deep it aches, but in a good way. Possessing me. Owning me.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you in my bed, remembering the way you swallowed my cock? I want you there again. Sprawled all over my fucking bed, flushed and fucking exhausted, and your pretty little cunt dripping all over the damn sheets.” His growls only get dirtier, and he lets go of one of my wrists so he can palm my breast. His weight on me is pure heat. His words drive me almost as crazy as his thick cock does.
I explode just before him. Coming for a second time as he leans in and presses deep. I quiver around him, my whole body squeezing his cock like I'm trying to milk him dry, and then he swells and groans. That delicious thickness pulses hot in me while I squeeze his ass with my heels. I swear I can feel every little flex, every throb of blood pushing through his shaft, and let myself fantasize about taking him without that thin layer of rubber, how good it would feel.
Just the thought sets off an aftershock. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, clawing him while he fucks the last of his orgasm into me. I'm weightless, seeing stars and gasping for breath. We stay still for a long moment, frozen in shared pleasure, but eventually it has to end. He pulls himself out, and now that I'm coming back to reality, I’m shocked at how wild he made me. How eager I was to throw caution to the wind. I need to be careful with them because I’m not sure I can trust myself.
We catch our breaths gradually, slowly. I start looking for my clothes, which are scattered all over the living room. He looks like a porn star, cleaning up and tucking himself back into his jeans.
“What do you think? Was one enough or do you need the combo pack?” Scrapper teases, still just a little out of breath. But his grin is mischievous.
I’m pretty sure he’s just joking, but it worries me. “Listen, is this going to cause problems? I know you guys are pretty casual about sex.” And yeah, thinking about that hurts a little. “But I don’t want to cause any trouble between you.”
He stops me with a finger on my lips. “Fuck no. They’re my brothers in everything but blood. There’s no room for jealousy unless we start acting like assholes. What you and me do is between us, and what you do with them is the same. Of course, if you want to tell me about it in detail while I fuck that hot little pussy of yours, you’ll get no objections from me.”
