Page 80 of Wicked Scorn
“Christ,” I growl, dragging my knuckles up the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shivers beneath me, her lips parting on a soft whimper. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
“Please,” Oakley whimpers, squirming under my intense stare. Her hips rock forward in a silent plea, seeking the friction she so desperately craves.
I grin, sharp and feral, at her pleading. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
And with that promise lingering in the air between us, I sink to my knees before her.
I bury my face between her thighs, breathing the scent of her deeply. Before ripping her panties at the seam. Oakleycries out at the first swipe of my tongue through her slick folds, her fingers tightening against my scalp. I groan at the taste of her, sweet and tangy and exhilarating, lapping at her with broad strokes of my tongue.
Her hips buck against my mouth as I zero in on her clit, flicking and swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub. We’ve done this so many times now, I know exactly which moves get her there the quickest and I’m nothing if not a gentleman that makes sure my girl comes. Well, as long as I okay it. “Jeremiah!” Oakley keens, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I wrap my arms around them to hold her in place, feasting on her as she comes undone for me.
“Gotta get you nice and wet for me baby otherwise it’s gonna hurt. You know I don’t wanna hurt my pretty pussy. You can come now.”
I plunge two fingers into her clenching heat and crook them, searching for and finding that spot inside her. Oakley shatters with a strangled shout, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses.
I lick her through the aftershocks, gentling my touch as she comes down from her high. Only when Oakley relaxes bonelessly against the gravestone do I withdraw, licking my fingers clean again with a satisfied hum. I sink my teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh, marking her.
“You’re not done yet,” I warn her, standing to shed my pants. I set my gun on top of the tombstone next to us as my dick springs free as I shove my clothes down, hard and aching for her.
Oakley’s eyes widen at the sight, but she makes no move to flee. Instead, she reaches for me, her touch reverent as she wraps her fingers around my length. I hiss in pleasure, thrusting into her grip, but that’s not where I need to be.
“Flip over, baby,” I command. Oakley obeys without question, presenting herself to me in offering. I kick her feet apart wider with my sneakers. The sight of her bare and bent for me, has lust searing through my veins.
I palm her ass, squeezing the firm globes and parting them to reveal her slick entrance. Still glistening from my mouth, her hole flutters at the brush of my thumb and I groan.
“You’re so wet for me,” I praise, lining myself up. I slide into her welcoming body with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
Oakley cries out, trembling around me, and it’s all I can do not to come right then. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding us both still as I regain control.
When I’m no longer in danger of coming too soon, I start to move. Long, deep strokes that have Oakley mewling beneath me, her fingers clawing at the dirt, unable to reach with her short ass arms. Helluva time for my girl to be a short stack. I drive into her again and again, chasing my own pleasure as I claim what is mine.
A twig snaps in the distance.
Oakley tenses, her muscles clamping down around me. She tries to twist away, but I hold her in place, grunting as I sink into her clutching heat.
“Shh, it’s nothing,” I soothe, running a hand down her spine. My thrusts don’t falter for even a second. “Just relax. Let them watch. My gun is right there baby, ain’t no one stupid enough to come over here. Not man or bear.”
The thought of prying eyes on us, witnessing this raw and primal claiming, has pleasure coiling tighter in my gut. I fuck into Oakley harder, needing to mark her as mine in a way that can’t be mistaken.
“You’re mine,” I growl, fingers digging into herhips so hard she will have bruises before we even leave this cemetery. “Say it.”
When Oakley doesn’t respond quickly enough, I slap her ass, squeezing the reddened flesh. “Say it,” I demand.
“Yours,” Oakley gasps out, trembling beneath me. “I’m yours, Jeremiah.”
Satisfaction and greediness surge through me at her words. I groan, burying myself to the hilt and spilling inside her with sharp, erratic thrusts. The sounds of our harsh breathing and the slick slide of her cunt around my cock echo in the air, underscored by the occasional snap of a branch as the wildlife flits in and out of the area.
The danger of discovery and the thrill of exposure heighten every sensation, my release seeming to go on and on. By the time I’m spent, Oakley is limp beneath me, held up only by my grip on her hips.
I ease out of her with a groan, watching in satisfaction as my cum trickles down the inside of her thigh. The primal, possessive part of me thrills at the sight, content in the knowledge that I’ve left my mark on her in a way that can’t be erased. She is mine, now and forever. No one will have her the way I have.
“Get up and stop showing my pussy to anyone else,” I say, already pulling up my pants. I tuck myself away, glancing over to find Oakley still motionless.
Irritation flickers. I snap my fingers sharply. “Now, Oakley.”
I know I’m being a fucking dick, but I’m starting to spiral about all the fucking shit going on in my life.
Oakley and her fucking stalker and her goddamn rapist.
