Page 84 of House of Scarlett
Scarlett Priest’s pussy should be labeled a deadly weapon, because it just might fucking kill me. Her muscles clamp down on me as she rides, and with each stroke, I’m even closer to blowing my load.
Fuck. No condom.
I open my mouth to tell her, but she throws her head back and screams my name as her pussy flutters against my cock. She stills, and I can’t hold back. I grip her hips carefully and lift my hips to thrust into her from below.
Her screams grow louder as her hair whips back and forth with her head. “I can’t stop ... coming!”
My roar fills the room as my orgasm rips from my balls and shoots me straight to the fucking moon. I ride it out as she rocks back and forth, stealing every last bit of my cum and my self-control.
When she falls forward onto my chest, I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, listening to her hammering heart.
Holy fucking shit.
It’s the only rational thought in my brain, because I don’t know what the fuck just happened.
We’re explosive together. I thought I was making it up last time. That there was no way sex could be that insanely fucking good.
But I was wrong.
Together, we’re un-fucking-believable.
Long minutes pass as the sweat cools on my skin, and our heartbeats slow to normal levels. I inhale the scent of Scarlett, mixed with hot sex, and it becomes my new favorite smell.
She shifts her hips, and I help her as she rolls off me and onto the bed beside me, flat on her back.
Her chest rises and falls, and I realize I never took off her bra. Total oversight. I didn’t have the time or the brain cells still functioning well enough to do that.Next time.
I need a whole fuck ton of next times with her. Nothing else will ever compare to this—because I’m in love with Scarlett Priest.
Holy fucking shit.
Fifty
Scarlett
Every musclein my body is languid, and I’m not sure if I ever need to move again.Oh my God. This is what great sex feels like.
My chest shakes with a giggle, and the man beside me, with his dark blond hair spilling across my silk pillowcase, angles his head toward me.
“I hope that’s a good laugh.”
I don’t know what my face looks like right this second, but I’ll bet I’m beaming. “It’s a really good laugh. And in no way is meant to make you question how freaking amazing that was.” A renewed energy rises within me, and I roll onto my side to face him. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
The smile that curls his lips is pure joy—and masculine pride. “We are pretty fucking amazing together. You’re a miracle, ladybug. Watching you let go and soak up every fucking drop of pleasure is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
Instead of feeling embarrassed, talking about a subject that has been so difficult for me for years, I feelfree.
This is how it’s supposed to be.Who knew you could talk about sex and how amazing it is while you’re lying there, basking in the afterglow?
At least until I realize Gabriel is leaking out of me ...because we didn’t use a condom. His face changes as mine does.
“I know. No condom. I promise I’m clean. I don’t ever take chances. This ... this is a first for me.”
I nod, my temporary freak-out subsiding as quickly as it rose. “I am too. I got tested with my annual, and I was never with Chadwick after that again. We should be fine.” I move to roll off the bed, but Gabriel reaches out and threads his fingers through mine.
His blue eyes are full of warmth and sincerity. “We will be fine. No matter what.”
My thoughts from earlier about that blond-haired, blue-eyed boy come back. “Do you want kids? I mean, not right now, obviously, but ... someday?”
