Page 129 of Ewan

SCARLETT

The room spinswith me when I fall to my knees, my hands drifting down his thighs, my chest heaving.

He looks at me, an eyebrow cocked, his eyes narrowed, his lips barely curled into a knowing smile as he unbuckles his belt, pulls his zipper down, reaches inside his boxers, and pulls out his hard-on.

Thick, long, chiseled, and veiny.

I smile like I’m drunk, cuffing my fingers around him, taking over, and pushing to my knees before lowering my head so I can close my mouth around him.

Steam drifts from my lips as I squeeze my cheeks around him, wetting his hard length while moving my tongue around it.

My center clenches with pleasure, the faint echoes of my orgasm still moving through.

My bra is tattered on the floor, yet all I can think about right now is how hungry I am for sex.

Leaning back, he lowers his gaze, taking me in with unfocused eyes.

Pleasure glimmers in his stare as I lick his hard length from the root to the tip.

I move my hands with my mouth, and he silently grunts, his hands coming to my face, his thumb moving over my upper lip and cheek before his hand slides to the back of my neck.

I can’t quite tell what’s coming up next when he pulls upright and tightens his grip around my neck, imprinting the rhythm that he likes on my moves.

Bobbing my head under his pressure, I feel him getting even harder.

His hard shaft juts in the air when he tells me to straddle him.

“Come, baby. Hop on it. You’ll love it.”

I don’t need much asking.

Holding his hand, I push up, and wobbly on my feet, I part my legs.

He tugs at my shorts and pushes them down, and they dangle from my ankle when he grabs my butt cheeks, opens my thighs, and holds his hard-on pointed to my entrance while I grip his neck and slowly slide down.

His eyes are fixed on my pussy as his hard flesh enters me.

“Relax, or you’ll feel pain,” he says.

More relaxed, I roll my hips.

“That’s perfect,” he says, and I couldn’t agree more. “Now lean on me.”

I do that, and his mouth comes to my neck, my boobs, my nipples, his fingers moving between my butt cheeks and lower where he’s buried deep into my wetness.

It doesn’t hurt, but I’ve never been fuller.

We smoothly shift from getting used to each other to getting swept away in a swirl of pleasure.

All that tension we have harbored moves through us.

I push my chest against his mouth, and he leaves marks on it. I rock my hips against his groin, and he kneads my ass and pulls me harder into him.

We go from zero to one hundred in no time, and our mouths meet head-on, eager, famished, lustful, and dirty.

We kiss while we’re fucking, remotely noticing that people applaud and cheer on and get loud not far from us.

Voices move past our little hiding place, yet nothing stops us. If anything, I want him more, and he could easily break me open.

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