Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(3)

I never imagined a man's first touch being like this – so weirdly knowing. My poor brain exploded. In less than a minute, my ragged breaths broke, split by the fierce orgasm tearing up my spine.

“That's it, pet. Come your fucking brains out. Good you get used to it. You listen to everything I say like a good girl, and there'll be a lot more where that came from.”

He didn't skip a beat as he pushed the tense words through his teeth, straight into my ear, quickening the fire consuming every inch of me.

I bit my tongue, struggling to hold in the gasps and moans shaking my throat. Being ravished by a stranger like this was bad enough. The only thing worse was letting him hear how much I was enjoying it – though I guessed he figured that out the first time my body leaned into his, craving his rough strokes.

My – what was he? My owner? – chuckled as my legs relaxed and the blinding white pleasure cleared my vision. “You come beautiful, love. Now give me a fucking taste of that tender flesh I've been stroking...”

His arms pinched tight around my waist as he sank low, dropping to his knees. His face quickly rose, sharp stubble gliding up my thighs, before I realized what was happening. His hair brushed my panty clad butt and I shivered, tried to jerk away.#p#分页标题#e#

“Wait!” I yelled, voice cracking on the word. It was harder to get out than it should've been. “We can't do this. It's all happening so fast. Too fast. I've I've never been...”

“What? Licked and sucked 'til you're climbing the goddamned walls? You telling me you never had another man smother your swollen little clit with his tongue?” His chin moved against my thigh, and I could tell he was shaking his head, amused. “Fuck, babe. You really are a virgin. 'Least the asshole kept one fucking promise.”

One mean arm released my waist and slid down, sending more tremors through my skin. He reached to the front, running his fingers over the same thigh he was using as a headrest, then moving higher to cup my mound. He squeezed, molding my soaked panties to more softness and his own rough fingers.

“Every inch of this sweet fucking flesh is mine now, understand? Mine. I'm the one who tells you what this pussy does and when.”

Another grunt. Another squeeze. I wilted, sputtering to find words to resist and failing as his thumb edged my clit through the fabric.

“I wanna train you in easy, Anna. Make this shit as smooth as what my fingers love to stroke – right here.” I moaned, and then he continued. “Be grateful I'm doing you a favor, babe. We're taking it easy unless you start to struggle. Gonna tell you one time, and one time only: I don't got a lot of patience for that shit. You put up a fight, you try to keep me from this pussy, and I'll have my fucking phone out in a heartbeat. We'll let your old man listen to everything while I hold down what he's given me and fuck it to the floor.”

I gasped. First in horror, and then in pure pleasure, sick fucking temptation making me sweat and moan as his evil thumb kept up its dizzying work.

“Don't. Fucking. Cross me,” he said, grinding my clit harder. “We'll take it good and slow as long as you behave. Now, open those legs a little more. How this goes down is up to you.”

Bastard. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but they wouldn't stop shaking as he needled sharp force through my folds, wiggling his thumb in slower torture now.

Jesus Christ. It's worse than I thought, a thousand times worse.

He wouldn't really call my father...would he?

I swallowed hard. His demeanor said he wouldn't hesitate to kill if he had to, and I had an ugly feeling that extended to Dad. Hell, maybe me too.

I craned my neck and stared at the ceiling. Raw, angry heat danced a tango with my lust as I shifted my legs wider for him. More deep strokes rewarded me, grinding and twisting until he came to an abrupt stop.

His hand tilted up, pushed into my waistband and jerked. I gasped as he ripped my panties down to my knees, then shoved his face between my legs.

The surprise was so much I almost toppled over, but he held me steady with one more arm, stiffening around my waist. His tongue licked up my folds, assaulting me from behind, a sensation unlike anything I'd ever had in my life.

Tongues could do so much more than fingers and thumbs – especially this man's tongue.

My hips bucked back at him as his licks wound tighter, up through my velvet, lapping virgin heat again and again. Soon, I was delirious, the full madness of what was happening buried in the ecstasy.

I couldn't think. I could barely even breathe. There was nothing left to do except tense up and take it, surrendering to my body's filthy betrayal.

The stranger sensed the change in me. He pushed forward, deepening his tongue strokes, lapping further to smother my clit, keeping his coarse promise.