One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(52)

“Beast,” I whimper. “I need you inside me.”

Everything stops, his head disappearing from between my thighs. “Is that right?” he growls deeply into my ear. My body jolts in surprise and I shove him in the shoulder. “Don’t do that. Scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckles deeply from the crook of my neck. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Stop treading carefully. If I didn’t want this to happen and if I wasn’t ready, I would have never lead you on. Trust me, I’m ready.”

Silence fills the air. “Beas—” My question is cut off by his hands wrapping around the back of my upper thighs, lifting me off the floor and pushing me up against the wall. I wrap them around his waist, my arms around his neck. Searching for his lips with mine, I hover over them. “Kiss me,” I whisper against his warm, damp lips. The sweet taste of my arousal lacing them.

Bringing one of his hands up around the back on my neck, he wraps his fingers around me and inches my face closer, bringing his lips onto mine. When they touch, explosions happen behind my eyes, all that built up chase has exploded everywhere and I can’t contain how much I want him. The feeling overwhelms me. I begin rubbing myself over his length that is still behind his shorts.

Why are they still on?

Using the back of my feet, I push them down and he chuckles into my mouth, pulling my bottom lip into his and biting down on it gently. He pulls down the front of his shorts, his cock rubbing against the center of my thighs.

“This what you wanted?” he growls into my ear, pulling back and ruffling in his pocket before sliding the condom on.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, this is what I wanted.” In one slow thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. My walls contract, pulling him in deeper as a low groan escapes his mouth. “Fuck.” With one fist lying up against the wall and the other arm wrapped around my waist, carrying most of my weight that isn’t leaning on the wall with one arm, my body stretches slowly, inch by inch taking in his impressive length. It’s fully up in there and I don’t think I can take any more of him, so I begin thrusting over him. With his other hand, he brings it down to the front of my top, pulling my tank top over my swollen breasts and slowly covering one with his molten mouth, running perfect circles around my nipple, setting off pleasure ripples from my chest. Pulling his mouth away to give the other some attention, the coldness zaps my sensitive nub and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop my moaning. Bringing his hand back down to my other thigh, he pulls out of me, a pulling suction hitting my g-spot every time he extracts. My walls tense around his cock as my stomach pulls deeper, filling with need and fired by lust.

“Beast,” I moan as his mouth covers mine, his tongue coming out and swiping across my own before he sucks it into his mouth. The feeling grows. I turn into a ball of fire ready to explode in this very spot. “Shit,” I whisper. “I’m…I’m…”

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he growls into my mouth before his pace picks up to full blast as he pounds into me with raw yearning.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I reach higher and higher, and just when I think I can’t climb anymore, his hand reaches down between our sweat ridden bodies and gently but roughly he rubs my clit in circular motions. My body snaps and everything lets go. Explosions fire off behind my lids as little colorful balls bounce around my vision and my body jolts from the aftershocks of what just happened.

Bringing me back to my feet, he snaps what sounds like the condom off his dick.

“Holy shit,” I declare, pulling my undies back up over myself. Embarrassment sweeps over me. “Shit! Do you think they heard?”

“No,” he answers.

“How can you be sure,” I whisper, handing his iPod back to him.

“Because Melissa is asleep and Hella has his iPod plugged in.”

“Oh.”

He pulls me to him, bringing his face down to my lips before drawing my mouth open with his, his tongue massaging mine gently before he pulls back and searches my eyes. “You’re fucking incredible. My little dark angel. Go to sleep, baby, we got shit to talk about tomorrow.”

“Okay. Night.” Even though it’s morning.

“Night, baby.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine so I turn my back on him. Just as I’m about to take a step toward my room, his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me into him again.

“I need to taste these lips one more time,” he growls into the back of my neck, his dick still hard against my ass while he runs his thick thumb across my bottom lip.