Page 40 of Savagely Scarred

I press my painfully hard cock into her inner thigh, “Yeah. Oh,” I breathe.

Liv’s eyes dart around, looking past me into the trees. She gnaws on her bottom lip. “Someone could be watching. Can we just go home?”

My breathy chuckle grazes her neck. “Have you learned nothing about me in the past ten months?” My lips brush her ear. “I’m going to claim you wherever I fucking want.”

I have a clear line of sight from here to the door of the bar, as well as the rest of the parking lot. The band hasn’t finished its set yet, so no one should be leaving anytime soon. This is the riskiest place we’ve ever been though. Out in the open. In public.

But I have no patience when it comes to her.

“And if your devil is watching—” I nip her bottom lip. “I’m going to give him one hell of a show.”

I kiss her possessively. Painfully. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow them with satisfaction. My hands slide up her thighs and she trembles. She clings to my shirt and the kiss turns savage until we're gasping for air.

My teeth pull her bottom lip out before I leave her mouth and move down to her neck. I latch onto her tender flesh, pulling another moan from her throat. My tongue darts out to soothe the pain before licking a path back up to her ear.

“Are you still my Eve?” I whisper and then suck on her earlobe.

“Yes,” she pants, digging her nails into my sides.

“Do you still worship your God?” I press my thumb to her clit through her black skirt and bite her neck.

“Yes!” she moans, her chest heaving.

In one swift movement, I yank her off the hood and put her on the ground in front of me, kneeling. She looks up at me, her lust-filled eyes locking with mine while I undo my belt.

“Show me,” I growl.

Liv slides my zipper down and pulls out my cock, already leaking precum from the tip. It’s throbbing from how tight she has me wound up. She grabs the base and pulls up, releasing even more. Using her other hand, she spreads it down the length of my shaft before she starts stroking me.

“Fuck, baby. I need more.”

I grab her hair in my fist and run my other thumb along that dark red stained bottom lip. And then I watch her wrap them both around the head of my cock. My hips thrust forward, chasing friction on her tongue. Her thighs rub together, looking for her own.

“Touch yourself,” I command.

She parts her legs and her free hand disappears under her skirt. Just from the motion of her arm, I can tell she’s fucking herself with her fingers. Watching her do that in the kitchen was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s taking all I have not to come down her throat right now.

I thrust into her mouth faster, watching those swollen lips move up and down my shaft. My hips jerk forward and I hit the back of her throat. Tears well in her eyes, swallowing around me. Her moans send vibrations from the head of my cock to the base of my spine. My restraint is about to snap as the pressure builds.

“Eyes on me,” I order and her watery eyes lift to meet mine, the moonlight reflecting in them. Her nostrils flare while she struggles to breathe. “Be a good girl and come all over those pretty fingers.”

She whimpers and her eyes start to roll back. I yank on her hair, making them refocus back on me and she falls apart. Her moans are muffled around my cock. She grinds against her hand, her body convulsing while she rides out her orgasm.

Pulling out of her mouth, I reach down and grab her biceps, hauling her back to her feet. I spin her around and pin her against my car, my cock pressing into her ass.

I snatch her wrist and pull her hand back to my mouth. She turns her head and watches me slowly slide her middle fingers into my mouth and suck them clean.

Groaning, I kick her feet apart and press her down onto the hood. I glance around quick to make sure we are still alone out here before flipping her skirt up. Her cum is leaking out of her and I run the tip of my cock through it before lining it up at her entrance.

“Your voice is beautiful. Intoxicating.” She lets out a small gasp when I torturously slide into her and then back out. “But I’m the only one who gets to hear the notes you’re about to sing.”

I slam into her hard and her moan lingers in the air. Fisting her hair, I pull her up and into my chest. My other hand slides under her shirt and bra and I pinch her nipple. She clamps down on my cock and cries out.

Pounding into her, I find a perfect rhythm for her melody. Her voice is no longer delicate. It’s uneven and chaotic. She grinds back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you sing for me,” I breathe into her ear and pick up my pace.

My shirt clings to my skin from the sweat and the humidity in the night air. Our breathing is ragged and erratic as I continue to slam into her relentlessly.