8. - – Micah
CHAPTER EIGHT
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MICAH
I had to resist the urge to jack off the whole drive home. Scarlett’s thong acts as a mask, the strings looped around my ears. Each breath I take includes her tangy musk.
Thank fuck for tinted windows.
My eyes kept flicking to my rearview mirror, double checking that Scarlett was actually following me. Who cares that we only had one date? I knew within the first 30 minutes that I wanted to marry this woman.
Sure, some might call me crazy, but I know what I want.
And what I want is Scarlett.
I pull into my parking spot and wait until she stops beside my car before getting out, stuffing her thong into my pocket for later. Scarlett’s baby hairs are stuck to the sides of her head. Even with sweat drying on her body, she is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
Opening the back door of her car, I grab her gym bag. “You’re staying the night. I’ll wash your clothes, or you can steal mine. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to. Though, if you can walk after I’m done, then that means I didn’t do my job right.”
“You might change your mind about that,” she says as I take her hand and practically drag her towards the front doors of my building.
“Nope. I’m finishing what we started on Saturday. Did you honestly think we were going to be done after 1 round? Honey, the first session is the appetizer.” I use my shoulder to open the door and march to the elevator.
The ride up is quiet except for Scarlett’s little pants of air. Once she’s my girl, I’ll be helping with her daily cardio. The door dings and I usher her into my apartment and unlock the door.
Scarlett steps inside, and I shut the door, dropping her bag on the floor. My hand circles the nape of her neck, and I shove her towards the couch. She yelps as I bend her over the armrest and drop to my knees.
“What the hell are you doing!” she says with the cutest little giggle. Her juicy ass jiggles as she tries to get away, but my hand on her lower back keeps her in place.
“I told you.” With my free hand, I grip the waistband of her sweats and yank them down. Wetness coats her pussy and upper thighs, and I lick my lips with a groan.
“Fuck. You’re soaked already. Did knowing I was sniffing your delicious pussy on the way here get you wet? Or was it the fact that I’m going to pound you until you forget your name?” I grab her cheeks and wrench them apart, smashing my face into her folds.
Scarlett’s nectar, natural musk and divine femininity bathe over my tongue. It’s like a holy experience as I worship her. My head moves from side to side as I slurp, flick and suck like a starved man.
“Fuck! Micah,” Scarlett cries out as her hips rock back against my face.
“That’s it, princess. Scream my fucking name,” I growl against her pussy as I circle my tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves. I let go of her right cheek and rim her dripping entrance with two fingers.
Scarlett’s moans spur me on and I shove my digits deep, curling them until I feel the soft, spongy flesh that is her g-spot.
She screams out, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
I shift my body so I’m under her, looking up at her throbbing bundle of nerves.
Lifting my head, I seal my lips around her clit, and suck hard as my fingers fuck her.
Her hips press harder against my face as she arches her back, screaming out her release. Scarlett’s walls clamp down around my fingers, and I can’t wait until it’s my cock. I soften my movements as I coax her through the waves of pleasure.
Scarlett’s legs twitch and her body slumps against the armrest. I pull back, swiping my tongue over my lips before sucking my fingers clean. My cock is leaking in my boxers, but I need to feed her first before we get to dessert.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out her thong and rub it between her sopping lips. Her cum soaks into the fabric and I bundle them up slightly, pressing them against her channel.
“What are you doing?” she asks and looks over her shoulder.
“I need these to be moisty and well seasoned. They are going in my drawer for when you’re not here,” I explain and push the lace inside her.
Scarlett relaxes her body as I slide her thong in and out, coating the cloth with her juices. I ease them out and stuff them back into my gym shorts.
“How are you feeling, hun?” I ask with a chuckle and stand up. She holds up a thumb as she gasps for breath.
“Good, you lay there and look pretty while I make us some dinner. Gotta replenish your energy after that class.”