Page 97 of Wicked Scorn
And I know she won’t. My girl’s not afraid anymore.
“Spit on it.” I demand.
Oakley’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t hesitate. She leans forward and spits, letting me watch as it drops from her pouty little mouth right onto the tip of my dick, her eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, she wraps her hand around my hard length, working the saliva along my shaft. The sensation is so fucking hot; I have to bite back a groan. She’s an eager student, moaning around me as I begin to guide her movements. My hips rock up instinctively, and she gags slightly but recovers, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice raspy with desire. I grab her hair and gently tilt her head back. “Now suck me off like you mean it.”
Oakley huffs, but she doesn’t argue. She dives back down on my dick, her mouth warm and wet around me. Her tongueflicks along my head while her hand strokes the rest of my cock. My hips buck as pleasure courses through my veins.
“Fuck, Oakley,” I groan, my grip on her hair tightening. “You’re driving me insane.”
She hums around my cock and runs her tongue along the sensitive spot just beneath the head. I curse as a shudder runs down my spine. My eyes rolling back in my head as she continues to suck and lick and tease every inch of me. Her hands roam up my stomach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Oakley is killing me, but I’d never felt more alive in my life.
“Jeremiah,” she says against my cock before taking more of me into her mouth. Her moans vibrate against my skin and it’s all too much for me to handle any longer. My vision blurs as I feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge.
I weave my fingers into her silky hair, feeling the strands glide between my digits as her head bobs up and down. She takes me deeper with each pass, hollowing her cheeks and working me with her tongue in maddening ways that have my hand tightening in her hair.
“That’s it, just like that,” I groan through gritted teeth, pleasure coiling hot and tight in my core.
She glances up at me through her lashes, blue eyes darkened with desire. Something possessive and primal surges up in me at the sight. I slide my other hand under her chin, tilting her face up toward mine.
“You’re so beautiful like this, on your knees for me,” I murmur, swiping my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. Her eyes flutter shut, and she whimpers around my length, the vibrations shooting straight to my groin.
Oakley’s sounds of pleasure grow louder as she takes me even deeper. The wet heat of her mouth and the sight of her on her knees before me have me right on the edge.
“I’m close,” I gasp out in warning.
She responds by quickening her pace, her tongue doing incredible things as her mouth works me over. A deep groan rumbles in my chest.
I caress Oakley’s cheek, running my thumb over her soft skin.
“I’m gonna come in this pretty fucking mouth of yours, baby,” I rasp.
Her eyes widen slightly but she doesn’t stop, quickening her pace. Everything about what she’s doing has me seeing stars. With a choked groan, I come hard, spilling myself inside her mouth in hot pulses. She keeps sucking me through it, her tongue working me until I’m completely spent.
Finally, I pull her up to me, crushing her in a searing kiss, tasting myself on her lips. She melts against me; little mewls of pleasure escaping her.
My hands trail down her body, fingertips grazing over her breasts, making her shiver against me. I lavish attention on them, kissing each pert pink nipple before nipping at it just to hear the quiet little squeal in the back of her throat.
Her breath catches when my hand slips between her legs, finding her slick and ready for me. I tease her entrance before sliding two fingers inside, curling them until she arches off the bed with a cry.
“Rem, please,” she gasps, clutching at my shoulders.
I latch my mouth onto her neck, nipping and sucking the delicate skin. Marking her as mine. Marking her as many ways as I can. Inside and out.
I work her relentlessly, fingers thrusting deep inside her. She’s panting and shaking in my arms, completely lost in pleasure. I curl my fingers, hitting that spot I know drives herwild.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, walls clenching around my fingers as she comes hard. I watch her fall apart, mesmerized by how fucking beautiful she is as she lets go.
As she comes down, I withdraw my fingers, slick with her release. Our eyes lock as I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean with a low groan.
“Delicious,” I rasp.
Oakley’s eyes begin to droop as she comes down from the adrenaline high of her orgasm, and everything from earlier tonight hits her also. I pull her forward until we’re both laying across the bed.
She curls into my side, her breaths coming out in soft, uneven sighs. I run my fingers through her hair, her silky strands slipping through my grip.
My heart swells with possessiveness and something dangerous—love. No one else will ever get to see this side of Oakley but me.
