Page 9 of Born to Scar

“Good boy.” Her husky voice fills the air between us.

“Fuck,” I groan. I fucking loved that. Goddamn it. I don’t have a praise kink, too, do I?

“Sit,” she commands. I sit on the edge of the stone. She walks up and tilts her head. “All the way down, pretty boy. You’re still too tall.” I smirk, sitting my bare ass on the grass behind this stone. She takes her boots and pants off. Unbuttoning my shirt, I strip it from my arms.

Jesus. Almost every inch of her is covered in tattoos, but the rise in her skin is all too noticeable. She has scars everywhere. Why the fuck is she covered in them, and am I really about to fuck her in the middle of a cemetery? Before I can think too much, she’s standing in front of me in her panties and bra.

Her belly button ring has a chain that wraps around her waist and down into her panties. She steps up, looking down at me. She lightly grips my hair, pulling my head back. “Last chance,” she says with silk in her voice.

“Please,” I murmur. My eyes widen. What the actual fuck? I have never once begged for sex. I’ve never had to. The women around me are all too eager to give me the most boring fucks of my life. I’ve hardly touched this girl, and it’s been more fun than I’ve had in a long time.

She chuckles. “Don’t be so surprised, pretty boy. I could have you on your knees if I truly wanted.”

I believe her. She could get me to do anything right now. She moves my head so close to her pussy I can smell her. I lick my lips, a groan slipping through.

She props her foot on the stone behind me, and her panties split. Shit. Her clit is pierced, because of course it is. The chain from her belly button is attached to it.

She shoves my face between her legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s fucking perfect. Groaning into her, I suck her clit into my mouth. She tastes like the dark in me. The darkness I hide. The depraved. The intoxicated. The addictive. I want more. Hell, I need more.

She whimpers. It was just a whimper, but the sound makes my cock twitch. Maybe I can make her purr after all.

She grinds on my face, her fingers still pulling at my hair. I grab her ass with both hands, bringing her closer to me, and she rewards me with the most incredible moan I’ve ever heard.

I hum on her skin, my tongue fucking into her. She drops her head back, and I slide a finger in, then another. She’s so wet, they glide in effortlessly. She groans.

“You’re so fucking tight, Indy,” I moan into her, her pussy cinching my fingers. She bucks into my face. “Fuck.” My muffled voice bounces off the stones around us. My cock is so hard it could slice through glass.

Her back arches, and she tenses. While I suck her clit, my fingers massage her G-spot. “Fuuuck,” she moans, her face tilted toward the sky. Her pussy pulses around my fingers in a death grip, soaking my hand.

She rides my hand through her high then slides her foot off the stone, sitting in my lap. She holds my wrist and licks my fingers up to the tips before sucking them in all the way.

I drop my head back, moaning. She gyrates against me, her ring sliding the length of my cock, and I can’t focus. The pleasure is too much, it’s electric in every part of my body.

CHAPTER 5

INDY

This man’s tongue is diabolical. I could make him do it all night. I should. It makes me forget. It makes me feel good.

I’m rubbing his dick on my VCH, and by the look on his face, he’s enjoying it. Reaching between us, I stroke him and press him to my entrance but don’t slide down. I stroke faster, corkscrewing my hand around him. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Fuck me,” he grits. Licking up his throat, I jerk him harder. His chest rises and falls quickly. He drops his head back again. I lick his Adam’s apple and suck.

He groans and thrusts into my hand. “Fuck me. Please, Indy.”

Kissing his neck, I drop onto him, slowly taking him in. “Did you learn to be so polite in prep school?” With his head still dropped back, he nods, groaning. I chuckle into his neck.

“So goddamn tight, a fucking vise grip.” His hands snap to my waist, fingers digging into my skin. “Are you going to be able to take it all, Indy? You’re not even halfway down,” he rasps, gently stretching me to fit around him.

My head drops to his shoulder. “You’re awfully cocky, aren’t you?”

His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra. He threads his fingers in my ponytail, pulling me off his chest. “I’d say so.” He kisses down my throat, palming my tit. My chuckle turns to a moan when his thumb grazes my nipple.

I ride this man like he’s a goddamn horse. He’s hung like one; he’s so big, easily one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen, much less try to fit into my body.

His moan echoes off the stones. “Yes,” I praise him, “good boy.” His hands grip my hips tighter, moving my body to his demand. I finger my clit, my head dropping back, and I explode over the edge.

“Oh god, Indy. That feels so fucking good.”