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“Open,” I barked, tracing her lips with the fingers I’d just used to fuck her with.
She obeyed without question, swirling her tongue around the digits like she had my cock. I was half delusional at this point. Completely consumed by lust for this woman. I leaned down and pulled a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other.
Her moans of pleasure spurred me on as I plunged my fingers deep inside her, her breathy holy shit music to my ears. Her pussy got wetter and wetter with each deep push and twist, her lungs confused about whether they should be inhaling or exhaling.
Her eyes fluttered open. She was so beautiful when overtaken by lust that I couldn’t hold back. I slammed my mouth to hers. I never kissed women. It always felt too intimate for fucking. But Scar’s pouty pink lips taunted me.
Our tongues slid past one another in a sensual dance. I couldn’t take it anymore. I ached to be inside her. To coat her with my cum.
She shrieked as I palmed each ass cheek, yanking her off the counter and sinking her onto my cock without warning. I stumbled. Not because of her weight but because she felt so fucking fantastic that I wanted to drop to my knees. It took me a second to realize that the animalistic growl I heard was coming from me.
“Show me what you got, big boy. I thought you wanted to provide a mess for me to clean up.” Her teeth dug into my neck, and I felt her smile around my flesh when my dick jumped at the pain she’d inflicted.
I flipped us around, slamming her body against the fridge, taking a stiff peak into my mouth when the cold caused her back to arch.
“Next time, bite me fucking harder, little one.”
She moaned loudly as I ran my tongue up the center of her chest before claiming her mouth and biting hard enough to draw blood.
“All you fucking assholes love to make me bleed,” she said against me, grinding her clit into my lower abs. “But how about one of you make me fucking come?”
I withdrew my cock, laughing at how she’d called me an asshole before I drove back into her relentlessly. If she wanted to be fucked, I’d grant her that wish.
“I want you so fucking sore, Scar, that with every move you make, you think about how you let someone other than your husband fuck this delicious pussy,” I said, drinking in her yells as I pinched her clit between my fingers while driving into her and groaning at how she dug her fingers into my shoulders and her heels into my ass.
“Faster,” she breathed.
Her body met mine stroke for stroke. It was like she wanted me to crawl inside her.
Her eyes popped open. The blue had almost completely disappeared. My body shuddered at the look of desperate, hungry need she gave me. She looked at me as if I was the only one who could fulfill her desires.
Shit.
Fucking her had been a bad idea. My infatuation was too deep already. I knew better. These fixations of mine had to be treated carefully, or I’d fall headfirst into an obsession. And even though I was fucking Scar, she wasn’t mine to keep. I thought I could let her suck my dick, and then I’d return the favor. Release some tension. I knew I was gaslighting myself when I said having a taste would help get her out of my system.
Fucking lie.
“His fucking loss if he doesn’t want to have me,” she whispered, licking her lips as she searched my face.
Have her. That’s what I fucking wanted.
I wanted to possess her and be possessed by her.
Our lips came together once more, but this melding felt different. Her tongue slid over mine in a tangled mess, and a sense of desperation sent us over the edge into oblivion.
Fuck. I was obsessed with my brother’s wife.
CHAPTER 20
SCAR
WHAT WOULD MY THERAPIST SAY?
Whoever invented the IUD deserved a kiss on the mouth. Because I had let a six-five giant of a man—who’d held me still while his brother drugged me—come inside me while he fucked me against a fridge. And if that wasn’t deranged enough behavior, I’d then dropped to my knees to suck our combined cum off his thick cock before he made me lap up what I’d leaked on the floor.
The smooth texture of the silk pillowcase cooled my heated cheeks as I vividly recalled the words he’d spoken to me.
Be a good little whore and clean up the messes you’ve made.
