Page 218 of BounBound By Scars

“Please… take a seat, baby. I’ll be so good.”

I didn’t. Teasing him, watching him shiver with desire, his fingers brushing on my thigh.

My juices were dripping on his chest, but I didn’t relent.

Not until his hands found my ass in a tight grip.

“Don’t push me,Heeriye,” his voice was rough, trembling with impatience. “Sit. Down. And suffocate me.”

I smiled in challenge. But before I could shift back enough to tease him again, he slapped my ass.

Hard.

Jolting me forward enough that his greedy tongue found me.

“Oh fuck…” I gasped.

His grip moved from my ass to my thighs, locking me in the position.

I didn’t care anymore and just ground on his face, his eyes glistening in need.

My hands shot to the headboard, balancing myself as my thighs began to shiver.

“Fuck, Kabir… just like that!” I screamed when his rhythm steadied, his tongue destroying me with each flick.

My one hand weaved into his hair, caressing him, encouraging him with my moans. Our eyes locked on each other.

“Yes, baby. Fuck, fuck,fuck!”

When his mouth closed over my clit, firm and unrelenting, the pleasure ripped through me like a wave.

I came with a gasp—a sob caught somewhere between release and disbelief.

It was deep. Drawn out. Absolutely consuming.

I let go, my body collapsing against him, settling fully—breathless, overwhelmed.

And just like always, Kabir didn’t stop. He coaxed every last ripple from me, holding me there, steady.

Then came the softest, slowest flicks of his tongue—two delicate strokes that made my whole body shiver.

Before I could gather myself, he moved me down, hands firm on my hips.

Lining his hard cock with my pussy.

Spent and still trembling, I leaned down and kissed him—deep, searching.

A moan tore from my throat when he pushed into me, slow but sure, stealing the air from my lungs.

My pulse spiked as I began to move on him, letting the rhythm find us again.

“Look at me…” he breathed, voice rough with emotion.

I lifted my gaze—and froze.

The love in his eyes nearly undid me. It was too much, too pure. I could’ve cried.

“Look at me as you use me,Heer. Fuck! You’re so beautiful.”

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