Page 12 of Born to Scar

My eyes widen but quickly snap shut, lost in the bliss of her lips on mine. This chick is fucking wild. Trouble. Oh, I’m in so much trouble. She breaks the kiss long before I’m ready.

With her chest heaving, she says, “Tell me to stop, Jared.” She tightens her grip on the sides of my throat. I groan into her touch. My body is flying, and my skin is tingling. Her touch only amplifies every sensation flowing through me, like bolts of lightning. Placing both hands on the sides of her neck, I press in gently. Her eyes drift shut, and she licks her lips. “Tell me to stop,” she whispers again.

“Never,” I breathe.

She pulls out of my grip and snatches me by my hair, knocking my hat to the floor. She leads me to the office, slamming the door behind her. “Sit.” She points to the chair. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

She undresses, not giving me a show in the slightest, but every movement of her body has me wanting her more. She’s fucking stunning, left only in her lace panties and bra, standing in front of me. God, she’s beautiful.

I palm my cock over my jeans, needing to touch something. She puts her hand over mine, squeezing. I groan softly.

“I want to hear how good I make you feel,” she whispers in my ear before pulling my shirt over my head. She steps back, eye-fucking me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

Arching my brow, I grin. “Like what you see?”

Her groan echoes in the small space. “Fuck, Jared,” she whispers breathlessly.

My chest is covered in a serpent tattoo that wraps around my back and onto my stomach. Both of my nipples are pierced. I fucking love the way her eyes roam my body.

I pull her to me, kissing over her bra, sliding my hands down her back and back up, unhooking her bra and tossing it. As my hands explore her skin, I feel her scars, some thin and jagged, others thick and smooth. Her body is marred with them. We’ve all seen them. We’ve whispered and wondered about them for years, but this is far beyond what I was expecting.

There is no way this was consensual—obviously not, because on her sternum sits an image of Medusa. Her snakes wrap around Indy’s tits, up her chest, and down her stomach. It would be beautiful art if it didn’t hold such heavy meaning. Fucking Medusa, her bright green eyes staring into my soul. I feather my fingers over the art, wanting to ask her about it, but fuck if I’m ruining this right now.

“Don’t,” she snaps. She grips my hair, pulling me off her. “Take your pants off.”

My fingers fly to my button and zipper. I lift myself, and they fall to the floor. I kick my shoes off, taking my socks and jeans with them. She rubs my cock over my boxers, my hips thrust into her touch. Groaning, I squeeze my hand over hers.

“Mmm, you want me to be rough with you, fuckboy?” she groans, riding my thigh.

Fuckboy…I mean, I guess she isn’t wrong in calling me out. I’ve had a lot of pussy, but none like this. Not her.

I jerk her by the back of her neck into a savage kiss we both moan into. She likes control, and I’ll let her have the control she wants, but she’s going to know that I have some too.

Her panty-covered cunt slides down my thigh until she’s pressed against my body. Her knee gently grinds into my cock.

She pulls from my kiss, kissing down my jaw to my neck, moving down to my chest. She drops to her knees and sucks on one nipple and then the other, kissing down my abs.

I’m far from a gym rat, but I take care of myself enough to have a defined body, and it’s firing up with every touch from her.

I groan. I can’t help it. She feels so fucking good leaving electricity in her wake. She pulls me out of my boxers and pulls them down my legs. She quirks her brow, looking up at me with hooded eyes and a half-smirk. Her pierced tongue grazes my tip and my Prince Albert.

“Oh…fuck,” I whisper.

She keeps eye contact as her lips move down my shaft, only breaking it when she must to keep going. She’s so fucking intense. Her head bobs in my lap. Her mouth mercilessly works my cock. She’s taking it all from base to tip.

“Fuck yes, Indy.”

My fingers dig into her head, and I moan like she wants me to. I feel my climax mounting at my spine; I have to stop her before I blow my load down her throat. Grabbing her hair, I pull her off. This can’t end right now.

“You don’t want any more, fuckboy?” she hisses.

I fucking do. Standing, I bring her up with me. “You have no idea how much more I want.”

I pick her up by the thighs and sit her on the edge of the desk, before dropping to my knees, spreading her legs at her calves, running my hands up them. More scars litter the length of her legs. She moans as my thumb grazes her clit. I can feel her piercing through her panties. Unable to wait any longer, I rip them off her body.

My hand feathers back up her calves and thighs. She whimpers when my tongue flicks over her center. She falls back on her forearms, bucking her hips into my face when I suck her into my mouth. I slide my fingers into her and hum.

“This cunt is so tight, little whore,” I whisper on her skin before returning to her clit. She squeezes around me.