Page 68 of Scarred

“What I won’t do is sit back and watch you fuck other guys. If you need to be fucked properly. It’s me who’s going to do it.”

Her breath hitches as the green of her eyes deepens.

“I need an answer, little moon, or I’m going to take your silence as a yes.”

“Yes,” she whispers, seconds before my lips crash into hers. My tongue invades her mouth with a frenzy like I’m getting my first drop of rain after a drought.

She clings to me and matches my demands as her tongue dances with mine.

Her little sounds and moans ignite a fire deep in my soul as the need to feel what her hand felt that night on the phone overtakes me.

Breaking the kiss, my lips touch her ear. “Turn around,” I growl softly.

She does as I ask, and my hand finds the slit of her dress as I press against her backside.

“How bad has this little pussy of yours missed my voice?” I purr against her neck as my fingers find lace under her dress.

“So much,” she whimpers, as I skim over the damp heat radiating at the vee of her legs.

My finger finds the lace edge of her panties, and I groan when I’m met with her arousal. She’s dripping for me already, and I’ve barely started to make her feel good.

My cock pulses in my pants, and I bite back a moan when her ass rubs against me.

“Who would have thought the sweet, innocent-looking dance teacher had such a naughty side,” I murmur, sliding a finger into pure fucking heaven. “I can’t wait to pull it all out of you.”

I add another finger, and her head falls back onto my chest as she brings her arm up and dives her fingers into my hair.

Her hips start to move, and I grin against her neck as her body takes what I’m offering.

“Yes,” she gasps, as her fingers grip my hair tighter.

Fuck, she’s sexy as hell when she gets greedy and isn’t afraid to show me how much she wants it.

Wanting to explore more of her, I snake my hand up to her breast and skim my thumb over her nipple. It pebbles at my touch, and I pinch it slightly through her dress.

“Cayden,” she whimpers, and the sound of my name on her lips again sinks into me as a feral need to bring it out over and over takes me by surprise. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.

“That’s it, little moon, ride my hand just like that until your pussy drenches me.”

My fingers pump harder into her, bringing her to the edge. I rub her swollen clit and pinch it hard. Her walls clamp down on me with such a tight grip that I almost cum on the spot.

Almost.

When I cum tonight, it won’t be wasted in my pants.

My name leaves her lips again as her orgasm floods her body and soaks my hand.

Trembling against me, I hold her tight, milking every last bit of her I can before slowly releasing my fingers.

I don’t hesitate to slide them into my mouth and moan when her taste hits my taste buds.

She whirls around, and her eyes go wide as she watches me enjoy my dessert until every last drop is savored.

“Why so surprised?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and giving her a wicked grin. “I’m not about to let any part of you go to waste when I could enjoy it,” I say, smugly.

Her cheeks are flushed from her orgasm, and the sight of Luna Bennett post-orgasm does something to me as I haul her against me and share her taste on my tongue.

She moans against my lips and deepens it, wanting more.