Page 126 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

I rub myself from behind, feeling how slick and ready I am. Then I gasp, my fingers working furiously as I arch my back.

"You're making a mess." There's a barely-restrained hunger in his voice.

I rock against my own hand, needing so much more. "Please."

He lowers himself behind me. His hands grip my hips as his mouth covers my pussy. He groans as he tastes me, his tongue tracing up and down to get as much of me as he can. There's nothing careful about it, nothing gentle, and I'm falling apart.

He pauses to nip one of my ass cheeks, his breath hot on my skin. "Color?"

"Green," I moan, almost collapsing from the need.

Sean dives back in, his lips and tongue relentless. The pleasure builds and builds, everything spiraling out of control. He presses two fingers inside me, rubbing hard against that spot that makes my vision blur, and I'm right there, trembling, so close to—

He withdraws abruptly and I cry out. He lifts me off the table and turns me to face him. His eyes are wild, his mouth glistening, and I know he's only just started.

He positions me so I'm laying across the length of the coffee table, my head hanging over one edge. I'm completely exposed and vulnerable in a way I never thought I could be again, and it makes my pulse race.

Sean kneels over me and pushes the waistband of his sweats down. His thick cock springs free. "Color."

I run my tongue over my lower lip just thinking where he might want to put that cock. "Green."

He moves his length closer and I happily open my mouth. Soon, the tip is hitting the back of my throat while I squirm.

He pulls out. "I'm going to swat your pussy while you swallow me. Tell me a color for that."

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes. Green."

He grips my hair to hold me in place and presses himself to my lips again. I open wide and he fills my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat and then sliding down further. I gag once, water pooling in my eyes, and then relax as he works himself in and out.

As I'm focused on the wonderful feeling of taking his hardness as deep into my throat as I can, his hand swats my clit. It's sharp, a stinging bite of pleasure that jolts through my entire body as I choke on his length.

I squirm and he pulls out, pausing to study me. "Color?"

I catch my breath, wiping moisture off my cheeks, and take a few moments to really check in. The light swat felt great, but it was ajolt, something my body hasn't been able to handle in a very long time.

He bends forward to kiss my forehead, some of his 'Sir' energy flowing away as he checks to see if I'm alright. "Londyn? How you doing, beautiful?"

"Green. It felt good. I need more. Please."

He kisses me and it's a new sensation since we're facing different directions. But I like it.I love him.I break the kiss and reach back for his hardness, encouraging him closer. In seconds, I'm choking again on that amazing girth, loving every inch, and my body feels like it's ready to combust.

He swats me lightly between the legs again, and I gasp around him. He does it again and again, and I'm right there, right on the edge. It's intense, overwhelming, and I just need—

He pulls out and spins me around on the table, positioning his hips between my legs.

I'm panting, desperate. "God, Sean—"

He thrusts inside me in one hard push that makes me cry out from the rush of pleasure. He's assertive, relentless, fucking me with everything he has, just as I craved. I'm clinging to him, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me higher and higher.

His jaw is tight, his dark brown eyes locked on mine. "Londyn," he grits out, and I can feel him losing control.

He slows just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge of pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, and I can tell he's holding himself back, wanting just a bit more fun.

"Swallow me," he demands and I nod.

I'm spun around the table once more, head hanging back, mouth open and eager.

He grips my hair and drives into my mouth. I relax my throat as he thrusts between my lips. I'm so close, so goddamn close.

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