Page 75 of Pretty Little Scars

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, Duchess.”

“I love that for me,” she murmurs before my lips collide with hers, and I lose myself to her, grinding up into her, fucking obsessed with the way she feels in my arms.

I tilt her head back and bite her neck, making her fuckingpurr.

“Your mouth is so freakinggood,” she mutters as her fingers pull at my shirt, trying to tug it up my torso. Finally, I lean back long enough to get rid of the shirt, and she smiles softly as her fingertips trail over my skin, down my chest to my stomach, and she traces over a scar, making my muscles quiver. “Whoa, don’t drop me in the fire.”

“I wouldnever.”

“Pinky promise.” She holds her little finger up between us, her blue eyes shining in the light of the fire. Rather than loop my own finger through hers, I lean in and pull the whole digit into my mouth. Her eyes widen. Her breath catches, the way it does when I push inside her. And she hasn’t taken those gorgeous baby blues off my face. “Sexiest pinky promise ever.”

I’m so fucked when it comes to this girl.

“I’ll never let you fall,” I whisper as I kiss my way up to her wrist. “I’ll never let you get hurt.”

“Less talking, more fucking.” She rolls her hips, and I laugh as I stand with her in my arms and turn to walk inside the cabin, where I can get her naked and lay her out to get my fill. “Hey, I was excited about firepit sex.”

“I need a little more room than that chair,” I inform her, but manage to get the window open so we can still hear the fire. “Is that better?”

“I like a good compromise.” She nibbles on my neck. “You smell good. I probably smell like a bar.”

“You always smell good, baby.”

I drop her on the bed that I have no intention of letting her ever sleep in again, and work her shoes off before quicklyyanking her jeans down her legs. She’s left in her lacy black bra, no panties.

“Duchess?”

“That’s me,” she says as she reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra and then flings it across the room, and I need her perfect tits in my mouthnow. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I chuckle as I kick off my own shoes and then tug my pants down and climb over her, resting on my elbows next to her head so I can brush my nose against hers. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear, beautiful girl?”

She bites her lip and wraps her gorgeous, long legs around my hips. My cock nestles perfectly in her already hot slit, and I grind my molars together with the effort ofnotfucking her senseless right now.

“All the easier for you to get to me.”

She bats her eyelashes, and I can’t help but grin down at her.

“And?”

She loses her smile, and I almost tell her to bring it back.

“I haven’t had the chance to go to the laundromat.”

I blink down at her. I was not expecting that. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I don’t have a washer and dryer here. This isnota sexy conversation. Focus, Hotshot.”

“One second. You’ll do your laundry in the house. You’ll also be sleeping in the house, with me, so we’ll move your stuff inside.”

She blinks at me, and then, to my shock, she laughs.

My girl laughs.

“You’re so bossy. The girls said that you’d make me sleep in there, even though we shouldn’t be doing this at all, because you’re bossy. So bossy.”

“You said that a few times.”

“It’s true.”