Page 7 of Arranged Scars
He loves it. He’s moaning, low and masculine, like he’s about to burst in my mouth. I want him to. I want to ruin him and make him come before he’s even inside of me. But he suddenly grabs my hair and pulls me back, making me gasp in surprise. He crushes my mouth with his, hungry for me, before he turns me until both my knees are on the bench and my elbows are on the level above.
His one hand grips my hair. The other takes his cock and strokes his shaft along my pussy, spreading my wetness along his length. “Tell me you want me inside of you,” he roars urgently in my ear. “I need to fuck you, Caroline. Beg me to fuck you, dirty girl.”
“Please, Finn, fuck me. I want it.”
I’m so dripping wet that he fills me with one easy stroke. I gasp, fingers curling into the damp, warm wood. He’s big and I’ve never felt anything like him before. I bite my lip, whispering, “oh, frick, oh, frick,” until he leans forward and pulls my chin back to meet him.
He kisses me. Slowly, he fills me, pulls back, fills me again. There’s still pain, but when he bites my lower lip, I like the wayit hurts. It means he’s in me, taking me and stretching me to my limits. I like being pushed.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, voice trembling as he fucks me faster, stroking in to the hilt. He holds one breast and bites my shoulder as he strokes into me. “God, you feel so fucking incredible. Look at how beautiful you are.”
My scars, oh, god, my scars, I know he can see my scars. I haven’t thought of that before letting him fuck me from behind, but they’re right in front of him, right in his face?—
He leans forward and kisses one.
I gasp in shock. I arch back almost automatically. Nobody ever touches them. They’re so ugly. They’re straight-up hideous. But he kisses another, whispering how pretty I am as he fucks me, and I honestly can’t believe how good this is, how much I like the attention. The way he’s not pulling away, like he’s not pretending my scars don’t exist, it’s intoxicating. He can see me. He feels me. And he’s not afraid.
I lose myself then. I let go of it all and buck back against him, wanting every hard inch. I beg him to fuck me. It’s a sweaty, glorious mess, his cock slamming into my pussy. It hurts and feels incredibly good all at once. I urge him faster, holding on so tight my knuckles turn white, and I know I can’t handle more.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he begs, and it’s the note of desperation in his voice that finally ruins me. “Come for me, please, I need to feel it.”
I shatter for him, breaking into a thousand little pieces. I come hard, nearly blacking out. It’s so hot in here and I’m so sweaty. I hadn’t even realized I was right up against my limits. He thrusts harder and my orgasm seems to finally give him the releasehe needs. He moans, tone shaking, as he pulls out and strokes himself. I feel his heat splatter across my bare ass.
“Fuck,” he whispers, tugging me against him. He kisses me hungrily, smearing his cock against my tummy. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
I kiss him back and gasp for breath. “Pool,” I say, tugging at his thick hair. “Pool now, please.”
He practically drags me from the sauna. I’m laughing, dizzy and high from heat and sex. His cum’s still on my ass. I’m hysterical as I jump into the pool beside him.
We splash down together. Sweat and fluid washes away as I float on my back, staring up at the stars with a giddy smirk. I feel him nearby, dark shape in the water, like a lurking shark. He does lazy slow circles.
“I’m glad you decided to stay,” he says.
That makes me laugh again. I don’t even know why. I’m still high from the incredible sex. I feel a little bad and glance over. He doesn’t seem to mind. “I bet you are,” I tell him.
“I haven’t had a woman in here in a long time.” He seems more thoughtful than anything.
“Really? You seem like you know what you’re doing.”
“Not in the slightest.” I get the feeling he doesn’t mean sex right now. I shiver from the look he gives me, like that hunger’s back. I don’t understand it. I had assumed he’s craving my body—but he got his fill already.
Unless he’s ready to fuck me again?
But I don’t think that’s it.
I look away, back at the stars, trying to shake this strange feeling.
“I’m not happy you caught me, but I guess it could’ve gone worse.”
His laugh in return takes some of the anxiety out of me.
“It’s not the worst thing in the world to catch a beautiful woman skinny dipping in my pool.”
“I was taking a sauna, not skinny dipping. You make me sound like a stupid teenager.”
“Fair point.” He paddles closer. He’s very graceful, I’ll give him that, and he looks incredible still. “You don’t have to worry, you know.”
“About what?”
