Scarred(Never After #2)(71)

I smirk. “Good.”

And then I slide inside of her, all the way to the hilt, my eyes rolling back as her tight cunt swallows me whole. There’s resistance, but it breaks, and my self-discipline disintegrates when I picture her blood coating the length of my dick, proving she’s mine and no one else’s.

The feeling of having her after so long of trying to resist is a drug. It flows through every vein and tantalizes every nerve, making warmth spread through my body until euphoria fills me.

She cries out, her legs tightening around my waist. I run my hand along the top of her hair and over her cheek until I’m cupping her face. “So fucking perfect.”

My chest pulls and my cock pulses against her walls, her tight virgin hole squeezing against me with every breath.

I lean down and kiss her because I need to kiss her. Want to feel her lips on mine and her breath against my mouth as I make her come apart around me.

Her arms fly to my shoulders when I start a slow and steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, relishing in the way her body molds to mine like the missing piece of a puzzle.

“Are you okay?” I whisper against her mouth.

“You’re right.” She sinks her teeth into my lip, biting down until skin breaks, my balls drawing up so tight, a little cum leaks out. “I like the pain.”

I groan, throwing my head back. I’ll be damned if this woman wasn’t molded in the heavens and plucked from the sky just for me.

“Harder,” she demands, her legs tightening around my waist.

Heat collects at the base of my spine as I pull my cock out to the tip, glancing down to see her wetness coating along the shaft. I slam back in. She cries out, her fingernails digging into my back.

I hiss at the sting and increase my pace, unable to hold back, an animalistic need blinding me to everything except the need to claim her. Sweat collects on my brow as I drive inside of her, over and over, from root to tip, her walls fluttering around me and squeezing tight.

“You try to be so difficult,” I rasp. “But you’re such a perfect filthy girl when I’m breaking apart your cunt.”

Her eyes flare, mouth parting on a silent scream.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good.” I rise up, my hands gripping beneath her legs as I lift them, spreading them apart so I can watch her swollen and abused center take my cock. The sight is incredibly erotic, and a sense of rightness spreads through my chest. Nothing has ever felt like this.

Her walls flutter, and I drop her, chasing the high that only she can provide. My fingers slip to where she needs me most, rubbing until her head thrashes back and forth.

She’s close. I can feel it in the way her muscles tense, arousal dripping from her and making a mess of me. Lifting my hand, I bring it down on her swollen nerves, a sharp smack resounding through the air.

She gasps, crying out as her legs tremble at my sides.

My muscles tighten as pleasure threatens to consume me. “Such a filthy girl, drenching my dick like you’re my whore.”

I do it again, sharp slaps that make her skin puffy and red, her inner walls milking me until my vision blurs.

And then she explodes, the top half of her body flying from the bed, her arms and legs wrapping around me, her chest pressing against mine. My hands move to her hips, holding her to me as I thrust up into her, chasing my high as she shatters around me.

“Tristan!” she cries.

She bites the juncture of my neck, whimpering as she holds on.

My balls tense and for just a moment, I consider coming inside of her. Everything in me screams to do it. To coat her walls; ensure that no one else can claim her as theirs. But a bit of logic floats in, knowing if she were to become pregnant before I ascend the throne, there would be nothing but death in her future.

So at the last second, I push her back down onto the bed, slipping out of her with a pop, and I pull at my length, her wetness making my hand glide along the shaft effortlessly. Groaning, I throw my head back, my muscles seizing tight. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” There’s no hesitation in her tone now.

“Beg for it,” I demand.

She moves from where she’s lying, flipping around until she’s on all fours, that perfect ass high in the air as she crawls toward me until she’s beneath my rigid length. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, her hands gliding up the inside of my thighs.

My abdomen clenches in pleasure, the coil winding tighter inside of me. It’s an incredible sight, her slinking toward me like an animal, her virginity smeared along my cock as she prepares to beg me for my cum.

“Tristan,” she whispers. “Please.”

My muscles tense, my shaft jerking in my hand.

“Paint it on my skin so everyone knows who I belong to.”

And that’s all it takes for me to explode, stars dotting my vision as my cock spurts shot after shot all over her face, dripping down her cheeks and splashing onto the swell of her breasts.

My chest heaves and my ears ring from the blinding pleasure.

I look down at her, my mouth parted, aftershocks vibrating through my veins.

She smirks, her tongue peeking out to lick the cum from her lips, her fingers swiping through the mess on her collarbone and rubbing it into her skin.

“Yours,” she purrs.