The Scarred One(29)

She rested her hands against his chest, watching as he took his time with each digit.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

He started to walk her back. She didn’t look behind her as he moved.

The coldness of the wall met her back. Within seconds he was on his knees and lifting one of her legs up and over his shoulder.

“You shaved your pussy all for me?”

She nodded, gazing down to see him on his knees before her.

He started to tease the lips of her sex, tracing over her mound then sliding between. The moment he touched her clit, she shook at the smallest contact. He knew what to do to drive her crazy with need.

“You’re so responsive, baby.” He pinched her nipple, and the scream she usually kept contained, released into the air.

The sound echoed off the walls. There was no time for her to come down from the pleasure as his lips circled her clit and started to suck inside his mouth. The intense sensation was more than she could stand. Crying out, she sank her fingers into his hair.

“No.” He stopped licking her clit to grab her hands. “You’re not the one in charge here. I am, and you keep your hands right by your sides.”

She moaned as he attacked her pussy, flicking his tongue over the bud then sucking it into his mouth. Not one part of her body made any sense to her. She was his to do with as he wished.

He slid his tongue down to penetrate her cunt. She heard him moaning as he swallowed down her cream.

His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding inside her. “I’m not going to stop until you come all over my fingers. Come for me, Lydia. Let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze me.”

She cried out, moaning as he was relentless in his torture. He wouldn’t let her go and just kept licking her pussy. She was so close to the edge of bliss but couldn’t seem to find that peak.

Henry plunged three fingers inside her and sucked on her clit. She came apart screaming his name as he gave her so much pleasure. He gripped her ass as her legs started to fail her.

Seconds later he stood up, staring into her eyes. “You’ve got the tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of licking.”#p#分页标题#e#

She watched him lick the cream from around his lips.

“Wrap your legs around me?”

“I’m too heavy.”

“Put your legs around me, now.”

Lydia didn’t know if this was going to go how he imagined. She wasn’t a light woman, but she did as he asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Now, put your hands around my neck.”

Biting her lip, unsure of what he actually wanted, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The grip he had on her ass tightened. She squeaked at the slight pain, but suddenly she was no longer resting against the wall. He was carrying her toward the bedroom. The door was already open, and he dropped her to the edge of the bed.

“Keep those eyes on me.”

She didn’t drop her gaze doing exactly as he asked by keeping her eyes on him. Lydia liked his dominance and the way he ordered her to do certain things.

He gripped his buckle and started to release his pants. She’d never seen anything so sensual in all of her life. His body was large and muscular. She couldn’t believe he’d carried her across his apartment without stumbling or breaking a sweat.

Lowering the zipper on his pants he slid them down until they fell onto the floor. At least, she thought they were on the floor but she couldn’t see as she kept her gaze on his face.

The desire to look down at the evidence of his arousal was intense. She made sure to keep her gaze on his.

“I bet you’d have been the perfect pupil at school.”

“Not at all.” She smiled back up at him. “I was far from the best pupil.”

“You’ll do as I ask but not what a teacher wants?”

She shook her head. “I get something out of it here.”

He stared back at her for several minutes. “You can lower your eyes.”

Lydia kept her gaze on his face for a short time. When she could no longer stand to not look she dropped her gaze to the rock hard length of his cock.

Wow.

For the last three weeks she’d been wondering about his dick. Would he be long or thick, short or wide? She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t the sheer perfection she saw.

He wrapped his fingers around the length, moving them up and down in his own rhythm.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “You’re, erm, bigger than I imagined.”

“Is that a good thing that you imagined I was smaller?”

Lydia smiled. “No. Just think that you’re always going to surprise me.”

“Touch me.” He reached for her hand and wrapped her fingers around the length of him.