Page 70 of Wicked Scorn
“Your turn,” I growl against her neck as Oakley bites down on her lip, arousal clouding her eyes. Reaching down, I push my joggers until I can free my rock-hard cock. Sitting down on the drenched roof, I sit her on my stomach. “Ride me,” I order through clenched teeth, unable to hide how badly I want her now.
She doesn’t hesitate, wrapping those sexy thighs around me as she slowly lowers herself down onto my waiting length. A low moan escapes both our lips at the contact; it’s everything we both needed and not nearly enough.
Oakley’s delicate hands brace against my drenched chest as she slowly rocks up and down; her wetness and the rain helping her descend. The sight of her taking me so willingly, so hungrily is enough to make me come undone right then and there.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growl, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss as she bounces on my cock. “You missed me, didn’t you?” I growl against her lips.
“I did,” she whimpers, biting down on her bottom lip in ecstasy. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan as she grinds against me, taking me inch by inch. “You feel so fucking good, Oakley,” I moan against her skin.
Oakley moans into my mouth as she finds her rhythm, bouncing up and down on my cock. The soundof our wet skin and her little mewls are the only thing breaking the silence between us. Her hands grip my biceps, digging in as she leans back, heading for another orgasm.
“That’s it baby, take it all,” I growl my praise as she impales herself over me. “You’ve always belonged to me, even when you didn’t know it,” I say, thrusting upward as she bottoms out on me.
Her pussy clenches around me like a vise grip, covering me in her juices and the rain making us even more slippery than before. “I’ve missed this pussy so much,” I pant out as I pull her hair so her blue eyes meet mine.
“You just had me. How can you even miss it?” she moans before biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but I don’t even care.
“Because I left it, even if it was only for a few hours,” I growl as I drive myself deep inside her again and again, trying to get closer to whatever it is that makes her who she uniquely is. And fuck if it isn’t the best fucking thing I’ve ever had, as the rain pours down around us like some sort of biblical cleansing.
There will be no washing away this sin, I’m a goddamn sinner and she’s the one I’ll sin over and over for.
“Jeremiah,” she moans, her nails digging into my chest as she forces me deeper inside her tight pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as she milks my length with every ounce of skill she possesses. This girl was made for this; she was made for me. “I’m gonna-”
Before I can finish, Oakley’s body tenses around me, milking the cum right out of my fucking balls. My orgasm rocks through me like lightning arcing through my veins as I fill her with everything I have to give; my body shudders violently underneath hers as we both call out in unison.
Her legs begin to shake as she collapses against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her. I hold firmly onto her hips as our breathing even out. There’s a part of me that doesn’t ever want to let her go, that wants to feel the warmth of her body against mine for an eternity.
“I love you,” I say, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face.
Oakley looks down at me, eyes glassy with lust and something else I can’t quite place. “I love you too,” she whispers before kissing my jawline.
My heart swells with emotion that I thought had long ago been dead.
I pull her up off my cock and slide her up to sit on my lower abdomen as my cock hangs spent between my legs. Drawing my legs up, I grab her panties out of my pocket, balling them into my fist before pushing her backward to rest against my bent knees.
I watch as her senses come back to her, and she tries to push the wet, frilly dress down to cover her pussy and one searing look from me stops her.
“You’re pretty little pussy is leaving such a mess on me, baby. We’re gonna have to do something about that. Such a messy girl.” She blushes bright red and if my cock could stir enough to fuck her again it would.
I wipe up the puddle of our combined cum from my stomach with her pastel green panties and then slowly drag them up and down her slit. Her body switches and her eyes widen at my action until I stop at her entrance and slowly force the silky used material into her until she swallows it up.
“Gotta keep my cum in you, baby. It’s gotta brand every inch of you from the inside and out, and we don’t want to waste a drop, do we?”
All she can do is shake her head before I lean up and help her to stand up. She shuffles her legs as she gets used to the feeling of being stuffed full of something that’s not my dick.
Tugging my wet fucking pants up and tucking my cock back in is fucking annoying, but it’s time we get off this roof before I decide we can just live here.
The rain’s turned cold as hell, and Oakley’s shivering in my arms. “We should get inside,” I suggest, half-dragging her toward the roof door, my voice rough with concern.
She shakes her head, those bright blue eyes defiant even as she quakes. “No, stay here with me.” Her lips are tinged blue, but they’re stubborn. “This is perfect, Jeremiah. Just us.”
“Perfect doesn’t include you catching pneumonia, bunny,” I argue, but it’s half-hearted because goddamn if I don’t love her just a little bit more because of it.
It’s a heady thing, having someone love you like that. Having them put that much faith in you, even after all the bullshit I’ve put her through.
