Omerta- Book I (Winner of the 2015 People's Choice Award)

31) Traitor

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  FERRO

                        Fücking Scarlett hadn’t been easy.

                                 

                        I don’t really mean physically. I obviously knew which hole to enter because I wasn’t exactly new to sex, and I knew it was going to feel amazing to be inside of her. But mentally...

                        I could still feel the hot, soaked muscles of her püssy clasping my cøck, straining to let me in further. My eyes nearly rolled back when I pulled back and then thrust completely inside of her. I didn’t want to rip her in half, but I needed to fück her harder. I waited too damn long for this…

                        No. My hands had grasped her soft thighs as I was reminded of how fragile she was. She trusted me. I wanted more than anything to move her faster up my cøck, but that would break her trust. This speed was making me think too much. I liked hard, rough sex with fake women who would eventually forget my name. Scarlett would always remember my name. This was real. She was real…

                        God, she had no idea what kind of man I was. I was so fücked up in the head, and she was so...innocent. I could never get off from this turtle speed we were going at. This was not how I fücked. It felt like I was entering somewhere I didn’t belong, and entering it slower made me dwell on the invasion more.

                        Scarlett was a good girl with a big heart. I envied her heart, but I also kept my distance from it. We hadn’t looked away from each other yet. The desire in her eyes was driving me insane, and she wouldn’t stop staring at me. It was intense. Admittedly, I took women from behind, or pushed their face a little bit into the pillow, just so they wouldn’t look at me like Scarlett was looking at me. My fingertips dug into her thighs. Stop it. Stop fücking looking at me like that. You don’t want to see what’s beneath my pretty face.

 

                        To escape her eyes, I pressed my face into her breasts, licking and kissing her chest. There we go. We both like this.

                        Right when I thought all hope was lost for my own ørgàsm, Scarlett’s nails dug into my back and my dìck jerked inside of her. Oh, fück yes. She had a hint of aggression when she was having sex. Now that was something the animal inside of me could get off on.

                        Scarlett deserved to come her first time, even if she was in discomfort. I pressed my thumb into her clìt, playing with it and creating friction. She was soaking my fingers without them even inside of her, and I loved that. Giving women pleasure always made me come harder during sex. I wanted to lick my fingers, and then I wanted to lick the fück out of her perfect little püssy.