Page 25 of Scarred Heart

“That’s right,” I whispered, moving with him, fucking his thick digits.“Make me come again.Make me come for you.”He shuddered, hooking them against my G-spot while using his thumb against my clit until I was sure my sanity was going to shatter.My body jolted like a shock ran through it, so intensely it scared me.I wanted to run away from it, but instead, I held on, gripping him tightandgiving over to the building tension.

This time it built more slowly, expanding in my core, filling me.“Let it go,” he growled out close to my ear, breathing as hard as I was.“Let it go for me.”

I didn’t just let go.I exploded, bliss radiating through my limbs, stars dancing behind my eyelids.It was all-consuming, like nothing I had ever known, leaving me hanging between laughter and joyful tears.I was still coming down from that incredible high when Spencer laid me on my back.

“I’m going to need a taste of this.”His deep, guttural growls sent shivers racing through me, ending at my already quivering pussy which he exposed after yanking down my shorts and thong.But it was the sight of him settling between my thighs that made fresh juices flow from my core.The look in his eyes—he was an animal, hungry.Greedy for me.

And when his tongue touched my slit, and he groaned like a starving man in front of a feast, I could’ve wept for joy.God, how had I forgotten how good he was at this?How eager and determined he was to make me come?There was a difference between a man going down on awoman because he felt he should and one who did it because he wanted to.

And Spencer Collins wanted to.

He paused only long enough to murmur two words.“So sweet…” Then his tongue was on me again, delving deep, parting my folds and sweeping through them, undoing me a little at a time with every lick, groan, and flick against my sensitive clit.

I opened my eyes to look down at him, lost in a fog of pleasure, and found him gazing at me from across the length of my body.Our eyes locked, and the tension ratcheted up until I fell back again, writhing, lost in the magic he was creating with his tongue.“I could do this all night.”He sighed, parting my lips with his fingers to lavish my aching bundle of nerves with quick, light flicks that sent me hurtling over the edge and into oblivion.

How much more of this could I take?

I was ready to find out by the time he stood next to me, taking off his shoes, wasting no time dropping his pants.There was a wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs just beneath the head of his rigid dick.I’d forgotten how big he was, how good he felt inside me.My heart hammered with anticipation and gave me the guts to sit up and brush his hands aside in favor of pulling his shorts down myself.

“Put it in your mouth,” he grunted out, taking his thick shaft in his hand and guiding himself to my waiting mouth.I ran my tongue around his head, and he sucked in a sharp breath while I sampled the salty precum.This was always my favorite—controlling his pleasure, setting the pace, deciding how hard to suck, following his cues.

Right now, they were a little more deliberate.He placed a hand against the back of my head and almost fed himself to me, fucking my mouth until I struggled not to gag.“That’s right.Suck my cock good,” he whispered, moaning softly, sounding like a man in the throes of ecstasy.My hands traveled over his thick thighs, up over his abs, until he pulled back with a reluctant sigh.“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.And I’m not finished with you yet.”The growl running through his words left my skin tingling.

I stretched out again, spreading my legs, my pulse picking up speed again at the way Spencer stared at my wet, pulsing pussy.“Gorgeous,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on it while unrolling a condom over his dick after pulling it from his pants pocket.For a few moments, it was enough for him to watch me run my fingers over my lips, inviting him, getting off on the power I had over him.

But the power soon shifted when he kneeled between my thighs and dragged his head through my wetness.A brief flash of apprehension hit me.He was so much bigger than my memories, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax when the pressure at my entrance turned to blistering pleasure once he pushed his way inside me.

Fuck.Every inch of him stretched me in the best way, filled me, and made me claw at his bulging pecs and strong arms as sheer pleasure took over.His handsome face tensed like he was concentrating, savoring the moment, or maybe fighting off the impulse to come then and there.“Goddammit.How are you so tight?”he groaned out, clenching his jaw in determination.“Still pulsing.Trying to milk me.Have you missed my cock that much?”

The moment passed, and then he began to move, driving me a little closer to oblivion with every slow, deep stroke.He took his time, easing us into it.“Gotta go slow,” he whispered, moving an inch at a time, torturing me, torturing both of us.His abs flexed in time with his agonizingly slow strokes, taking me a little further each time he slid in deep, building the tension.

“You feel so good,” I whispered, resisting the impulse to beg him to fuck me hard.Fast.I didn’t want it to end.Not ever.

“So do you.So… fucking… good…” His eyes closed as his teeth gritted, and he groaned from the strain of holding on.“You think you’ve got one more in you?Can you come on my cock?”

I didn’t just think I could.It was inevitable, the tension building with every grunt from him, every moan, the breath that came quicker, shorter.

“Come with me,” I begged, breathless, helpless against what was happening.He nodded slightly, picking up speed until he was pounding into me, almost frantically pumping in and out, losing his rhythm in favor of chasing his high.I followed him, jerking my hips, meeting every stroke until there was nothing for me to do but scream in pure, elated relief.

“Rowan… oh fuck!”I opened my eyes to watch him throw his head back, the tendons standing out on his neck, his skin flushed as he trembled from the force of his release.

And I already knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

Slipping out of me, a shudder ran through me at the loss of him, but I was quickly distracted as I watched him disappear down the hall to the bathroom.Completely sated, I closed my eyes, trying to keep the barrage of questions I had from ruining the moment.

It wasn’t until I felt him slide in next to me that I opened my eyes to meet his—a little hazy, a little unfocused, and I couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on my face when he asked the last thing I expected to hear in a moment like this.“What’s her name?”

Somehow, it was perfect.My heart swelled, and I grinned wide before whispering, “Hannah.Hannah Grace.”

And when he smiled, I came dangerously close to falling for him all over again.

9

SPENCER

Life looked a lot different on Monday morning.

I had flown down to Beverly Hills last week as an unattached bachelor—no commitments beyond my business, living a life of routine, enjoying myself whenever I could, basking in the trappings of my success.Such as the jet that had carried me home Sunday afternoon.

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