The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,324

with his. His cock throbbed impatiently, wanting to slip inside me. I hadn’t had a man inside me in over a month, and I wasn’t sure how well my body would handle it. It preferred abstinence.

Crow pressed his face close to mine, giving me a kiss completely different from the one he gave me earlier. This was fiery and hard. He crushed his mouth to mine, practically bruising me because he was so insistent. His fingers moved to my clit and rubbed it at the same time, giving me that same feeling he gave me last time.

I hated the fact I liked it.

He slipped two fingers inside me without warning.

And I was soaked.

Goddammit.

He moaned against my lips when he felt how wet I was. When he slipped his fingers out, they were coated with my moisture. A string of stickiness formed when he separated his fingers. “You want me as much as I want you.”

My immediate response was no, but I couldn’t say that. It would just be a lie, and we both knew it would be.

He rubbed his wet fingers against my clit, creating stroking sounds as the moisture rubbed into me.

I shivered because it felt so good. My hips automatically rocked because he elicited uncontrollable emotions within me. I loved it when he touched me like that. He did a better job than I did.

He gave me a slow kiss. “You like that.”

I breathed into his mouth, feeling my control slip away as the carnal side of me rose.

He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his length against my clit, every hit hurting but feeling so good. Then he rubbed it against me, moving through my slickness and applying the pressure of his throbbing dick at the same time.

He positioned his arms behind my knees and kept his face above mine. Slowly, he pressed his head inside me, moving just as far as he did last time. He watched my expression carefully.

The second I felt him, my arousal died. His cock reminded me of all the horrific things Bones did to me. Nothing he did ever felt good. It was always agonizing. And judging Crow’s immense size, this wouldn’t be any different.

“No. Stop.” I felt him sink into me farther. I was soaking wet, and his entry was smooth, but I still didn’t want it. I didn’t want to feel that pain again. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn’t.

“I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me the safe word.” He moved farther inside me, half of his length stretching me apart.

That’s right. I forgot the safe word. “Fi—”

“I’m not him.” He followed my thoughts as they left the room and returned to Bones. “I own you, not him. This will feel good. I promise.” He pressed his face to mine and inserted the rest of his length, balls deep. “Stay with me.”

I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to run.

“Button.” He cupped my face and looked me in the eye. “Don’t go.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.

He’d never called me that before, and I hadn’t expected it to be my pet name. But it was. For some reason, it steadied me. His cock was entirely inside me, but I didn’t fight it. I kept my body relaxed, feeling him stretch me wide.

Crow rocked into me slowly, his cock moving out until only his head remained inside. Then he pushed it back in, moving through my slickness. Our bodies made noises when they moved together, my wetness making smooth friction. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” His hips wanted to move faster, but he kept his restraint.

He had the most beautiful body and an even more perfect face. He would be the man I touched myself to in a fantasy. I tried to pretend this wasn’t real. It was just a dream. I wanted this. I wasn’t being forced to do this.

He moved his hand to my clitoris, and he rubbed it the way he had earlier. He gave it circular strokes, applying the right amount of pleasure to pull me hard into the moment.

He groaned when I grew wetter for him. “Fuck.”

I pulled on my restraints, not to get away, but to arch my back. I wanted more of him. His throbbing dick felt enormous inside me, but it also felt intoxicating. It wasn’t abrasive and rough like it was with Bones, probably because I was always drier than a desert with that monster. But with Crow, we moved together perfectly.

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