Page 86 of Wreck Me

She isn't going anywhere. Not until I’ve had my fill, which will be never. I’m not a cuddler, never have been, but I would happily stay in bed and cuddle Scarlett all damn day.

‘Where do you think you're going?’ I cradle the back of my head with my hands.

She picks up my shirt from the floor and slides her arms into it. It looks ridiculously good on her. So does my come dripping between her thighs.

‘Bathroom.’

‘I love seeing you like that.’

‘A hot mess?’ she teases.

‘Myhot mess.’ I watch as she strides across to her ensuite. ‘Seriously, Scar, you’re stunning right now. If you have to go to college, you should go exactly like that.’

She hesitates for a split second. ‘I suppose I don’t have to go. I don’t have any lectures today, but I was going to go to the college library. I can’t concentrate here.’

‘It’s the most peaceful place on this earth, trust me,’ I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and hoist myself up.

‘You’d know.’ There’s a trace of envy in her tone as her eyes travel across my torso and ending up on my dick. ‘It’s not the peace that’s the problem, it’s you. I can’t think straight when I’m near you.’

‘It’s because you need to come again, baby. Let me take care of that for you, then I’ll help with your dissertation.’

She pauses in the bathroom door, leaning against the wooden frame. Her glossy dark hair is tousled in that just-fucked way and my cock is harder than steel watching her. She’s like that first drug-induced high. One shot is never going to be enough.

‘Don’t you have meetings to go to?’ She eyes me curiously.

‘I cancelled them.’

‘All of them?’ Her mouth drops open.

‘All of them,’ I confirm. ‘I’m going to run us a bath. You’re probably sore, are you?’

‘Surprisingly not. Though James Junior has a lot to thank for that.’ Her laughter floats across the room.

‘James Junior?’ My jaw ticks. ‘Who the fuck is that?’

She stalks towards the bed and heads for the bedside drawers. She opens the top one and pulls out the gold-plated vibrator I sent her.

‘You named it after me?’ I cough.

‘It was your cock I was dreaming of while I was pumping myself with it.’

‘Now that is something I’d love to see.’

‘No chance. Not when the real thing is here and ready.’ She tosses it back in the drawer and slams it shut.

‘Come here.’ I beckon her over with my index finger and what I hope are come-to bed eyes.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, eyeing me with slight trepidation. ‘I didn't clean up yet.’

‘I like you dirty. Come and sit on my cock.’ I wrap my hand around the base and pump.

Her tongue swipes her lower lip and I know I’ve won. ‘We’ve got all day to finish your dissertation, but right now, I want your thighs either side of me, and your perfect cunt rocking on my cock.’

A low hiss slips from her lips. ‘You have a filthy mouth, Mr Beckett.’ With two strides she’s in front of me, standing between my legs. She climbs onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my back, and I guide her onto my length, which she takes inch-by-life-affirming-inch.

‘You say it like it’s a bad thing, yet here you are,’ I tell her, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks and guiding her into a slow, sensual rhythm. ‘Your body was made for mine.’

‘I’d have to agree with you.’ The shirt falls open, exposing her beautiful breasts. My mouth captures her right nipple and her fingers dig into my shoulders as she grinds herself harder against me, finding her confidence and her own rhythm.

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