Page 102 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

For an instant, I'm stunned silent as I move my freed hand to my thigh.

Once she's back on the couch and spreading her legs for me again, I finally speak. "What would you like me to do?"

"Givemea show this time."

I don't dare move my hand. "You sure?"

"My color is green. I want to see…" Her eyes lower to my crotch. She bites her lip and I'm no longer thinking.

Then need overtakes everything and I'm on myself with a vengeance. I make quick work of the zipper then my hand is around my cock.

I start slow, testing the waters to make sure she's okay seeing me like this; it's clear how much I want her. I stroke up my length once, gauging her reaction.

Her eyes are transfixed on me, her cheeks pink, and she's alternating between licking and biting her bottom lip.

"Color," I say.

"Green. I need more."

I squeeze the head of my cock, weeping pre-cum. Then I pump myself a few times and savor how her fingers plungedeeper inside her pussy. It's reckless and consuming; we're both frenzied now in a way that feels out of control but perfectly synchronized.

"More," she moans.

I squeeze my tip again and she bucks her hips. She's pushing us both further than I thought we could go—each stroke from me met with an even wilder one from her—and fuck if I'm not right there with.

I'm losing control and blurt out, "I need to get out of this chair and fuck you." Then I go still, worrying I said too much. I wasn't trying to make a request; she just has me losing my fucking sanity.

Her hand stops and she stares at me.

Fuck, I did say too much.

"Sor—" I start but don't finish because she's off the couch and walking toward me.

Once she reaches me and I'm gazing up at her, hoping I didn't just screw this up, she says, "I want that too. But… hands behind the chair."

I obey, my heart jack-hammering into my throat.

Of course I obey.

Chapter 32

LONDYN

WHAT AM I DOING?

I honestly don't know because the script keeps changing, but I also don't want to stop myself. I might be risking pushing myself too far, but Sean is so gorgeous, one hand tied behind his back, the muscles of his torso flexing every time he sucks in air and pumps his free hand over that glorious cock. He's so girthy, so stiff-straight and swollen at the tip. There's a long, thick vein running underneath that his fingers massage with every stroke.

My body is pulsing for him. Maybe I'm too foggy with lust, but I just want…

I just need…

He moves his free hand behind the chair as I reach him. I know with absolute certainty that he'll keep it there. He won't touch unless I give him permission.

Knowing that pushes me forward onto his lap until I'm straddling him and we're both staring deep into each other's essence. I arch my back, craving his touch even though I feel on the edges of yellow.

Just one touch.

I push my breasts close enough that a nipple grazes his lips. He doesn't move, staring up at me and waiting.

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