Page 59 of Wicked Scorn
My world is reduced to our bodies moving together, and the last barrier I was trying to hold on to is obliterated by him.
“Say it,” he orders, his voice a raw whisper. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, surrendering completely. “I’m yours, Jeremiah.”
“Good girl,” he mutters, his lips crashing down on mine in a bruising kiss.
He releases my wrists and trails his fingers down my arms, making me shiver. His hands find their way to my hips, gripping them tightly as he grinds against me, eliciting a gasp from my lips as the friction on my clit increases.
“Pretty boy,” I moan, my back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through my veins, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“Say it again,” he orders, his voice thick with need, and I comply without hesitation.
“My pretty boy.” It’s like I said the magic words he was longing to hear because he finally touches me there, fingers pinching and circling and I can feel my orgasm building. He isn’t even fucking me, just holding his cock in me as I clench and tremble all around him.
“Come for me. I wanna feel what it’s like when your little body squirts all over me. You gonna mark me, bunny? Would you like that, huh?” Yes, yes, I would like that. Half-embarrassed at the thought, but the other half is winning when I feel it building. It’s like my embarrassment is a dam holding me back and he knows it. He pulls out quickly, making me gasp and before I can grumble, he’s sharply thrusting in me again, angling upwards as he pinches my clit and I tumble over.
Wave after wave I ride as I feel my orgasm leak out of me and he starts fucking me through it. Each slap of his body against mine is sharp, but it feels like I’m underwater.
“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot. Listen to how wet my pussy is. My pretty little waterfall pussy. Every day I’m gonna want you to come all over me just like this, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to drink you down again.” I want him to stop. His filthy words have my nipples hard and I can feel it building again. I can’t do it again. It’s too much.
He looks up at me, his green eyes darkened with lust and desire, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Speechless, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
“I can’t—I need a break,” I finally tell him, and he must sense I really do need it because he stops teasing me. He doesn’t pull out though, he just strokes my hair and my face. I can hear him whispering, but I honestly have no idea what he’s saying. I’m just trying to come back into my body and catch my actual breath. Everything is so much more than I expected it to be.
My head is finally clearer when I realize something.
“Wait,” I gasp, pushing against his chest with as much strength as I can muster. My heart hammers wildly in my chest, my voice trembling with urgency. “We forgot to use a condom.”
God, how could we have been so stupid? Isn’t that whatthey drill into us from all angles? How many times has he not used one before? My imagination runs wild.
“Hey! Stop it, right now. I’ve never not worn one before and none of them matter, anyway. You’ve known I wasn’t a saint for a very long time, bunny. And I know you’re on birth control, I’m gonna fuck you bare. Over and over and spill my cum into you every chance I can get. One day, you’ll have my little dirty blonde-haired babies, and I can’t fucking wait. But for right now, I’m gonna practice knocking you up every chance I get.”
I don’t even know what to say. All I can picture is him holding a baby now and Penn fighting with the others over who’s the favorite uncle. I want that, not now, not anytime soon, but yea one day. I can’t help the thrill that runs through me that I’m the only one who’s felt him like this.
“Stop snooping through my things!” I tell him when I realize he’s obviously gone through my makeup bag and seen my pills. All he does is roll his eyes because of course, everything that is mine is his or however they run their lives in this family.
“That will be a no. Now, do we need to talk about this more or can we fuck so I can nut in you and watch it run out? You let me know if you want to come again.” He shallows starts thrusting in and out of me in a teasing manner.
“Next time, we talk first because being with you makes me lose all my brain cells I swear. But yes, I very much would like to come again, pretty boy. Please.” My plea at the end is barely a whisper as heat builds and pools between my legs.
“Let me show you how much I need you,” he murmurs before capturing my lips with his own.
Jeremiah’s grip tightens on my hips, his breath hot againstmy ear. My mind races, my legs wrapping around his waist like a lifeline.
“That’s it,” he growls, thrusting deeper.
I moan, my fingers digging into his back. “Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Come for me,” he orders, his hand slipping between us to find that perfect spot. “I want to feel your cum on me one more time before I let go.” He reaches between us, rubbing my clit and continues pounding inside me, taking everything he can. Heat and pressure build inside me, making it harder to breathe, and I can feel my legs shaking. “Fuck.” Jeremiah groans as my pussy tightens around him as my orgasm rips through me.
“Christ, bunny…you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Neither can I,” I admit, my voice barely more than a gasp as he moves inside me. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, but soon they become more forceful, almost animalistic. And with each stroke, I feel myself slipping further and further under his spell, watching as he chases his own release using my body.
“Rem,” I moan, my fingers digging into his back as he continues to drive into me. “You can go harder. I can take it. I was made for you, right?”
“Fuck. I don’t think I can hold back much longer,” Jeremiah gasps, his eyes locked onto mine, searching. His grip tightens around my legs as he pulls them up to his shoulders before stroking hard and fast in between my thighs.
