Carnage by Sarah Bailey
Thirty Six
Prescott
Scarlett’s expression darkened with need. Her lips parted, and her chest heaved. Those fucking tits of hers had me holding back from stepping closer. I wanted to bite down on those hard nubs and make her scream. Brand myself all over this girl. She was fucking well mine.
“I want you to fuck me. Use me… please. Take me whatever way you want. I want your cock in me, in every part of me. Please, please give it to me. Let… let me suck it. I want to taste you… please, Pres, please.”
Holy. Fuck.
The desperate pitch of her voice was damning. I curled my finger, beckoning her over as I stepped up to the end of the bed. She crawled to me before she turned her head up to mine. I slid a hand around her jaw, stroking my thumb down her cheek.
“Such a good little lamb.”
“I want to be your dirty little lamb. I’m… I’m burning for you.”
I licked my lip.
“Mmm, go on then, suck my dick and show me how dirty you can be.”
Reaching for me, she slid my boxers off my hips, making my cock pop out right in her face. She slipped them down my legs and I kicked them away. Her small hand wrapped around my dick, stroking up and down in the softest, most torturous manner. I groaned, digging my fists into her hair.
“No teasing. Wrap those pretty lips around it before I get impatient and shove it down your throat.”
Her eyes were like saucers, but she leant closer and licked the tip. I shuddered, not giving a shit about showing her how much I wanted this. How she turned me on to the point of insanity.
“In your fucking mouth. Now, Scarlett, right fucking now.”
And oh, how she took me. Her soft lips slid over my dick like they were made to. Her hand curled around my waist as she took me deeper. A grunt left my lips from the intensity of the wet, warm mouth encasing my cock.
I’m burning for you too, sweetness. Burning like a fucking inferno.
My hands tightened around the strands of her hair, pulling it tight and making her wince. But not once did she stop taking me.
“What a corrupt little thing you are already. You were fucking made to serve at my feet.”
She moaned around my length, agreeing with me. And to reward her for it, I shoved her face down hard, making her take me down her throat with no warning. Her choking sounds were fucking everything. Her eyes were on my face, the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of them. When I pulled my dick out of her mouth, she spluttered, spit spraying across me and dripping down her chin.
“Mmm, messy girl. I like seeing you struggle.” I let go of her hair. “On your hands and knees.”
She was quick to comply, turning around and presenting herself to me. My fingers hooked into her knickers, and I slid them down her legs, throwing them halfway across the room. She wouldn’t be needing those any time soon. I spread her cheeks with both my hands, staring down at her two beautiful holes on full display. Leaning down, I tasted her, my tongue running from her clit all the way up to the puckered skin where I knew the darkest delights lay in wait for me.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, my tongue focusing on her last hole I had yet to sample with my dick.
“You,” she breathed, her body jerking in response to my stimulation. “Please don’t stop.”
I dipped two fingers into her pussy, groaning at how sopping wet she was. Thrusting a few times, I slid them out and pressed them against her beautiful little arse, circling the tight hole I would be fucking without any damn restraint soon.
“Oh god, Pres, fuck!” she cried out when I slid a finger inside her.
“Hold on to the covers, little lamb.”
Her fingers fisted them. I wasn’t going to let her touch herself to ease her into this.
I straightened and leant over to my bedside table, ripping open the drawer and extracting a bottle of lube. She was going to need it to take my cock. Dumping it next to me, I gripped her hip and shoved my dick deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust. She lurched forward, letting out a cry of pleasure and pain.
Whilst I fucked her pussy with my cock and her little arse with my finger, I leant over her and pressed my lips to her shoulder.
“Mmm, your needy little pussy is so hungry for dick, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” she whined, pressing back against me. “Punish her for it.”
For the first time in my life, I wanted to kiss the shit out of a woman. I wanted to taste her dirty words right from the source.
“Has she been a bad girl?”
“So bad, please, please punish her.”
I kissed her shoulder again, the temptation to grab her face twisting my gut up in knots. Instead, I straightened and fisted her hair, pulling her head back.
“Dirty little lamb.”
Another finger joined the first in her tight little arse before I picked up the pace, fucking my woman with brutal and unforgiving strokes. Her cries fed my damn soul. Made the darkest, most primal part of me come out to play. I leant over her again, my mouth landing on her ear.
“One day, I’m going to chase you, Scarlett. Chase you until your legs give out and you can’t run any longer. Then I’m going to fuck you in the dirt like an animal. I’m going to mark your skin over and over with my teeth, litter you with damn fucking bruises and show the entire damn world you’re mine. My sacrificial lamb. I’ll lay you down on my altar and devour you whole.”
“Pres,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“Mmm, you want that. You want me to destroy you.”
Her cries as my fingers tightened in her hair, straining her neck with the way I held her head back and thrust deeper in her tight, wet pussy fed me. The noises of our skin slapping together were fucking magical. They echoed around the room, ringing with my savage brutality.
“Please.”
“What do you want?” I growled in her ear.
“Kiss me, please.”
Fuck, how I wanted to give in. Wanted to give her exactly what she asked for.
“How desperate are you for my lips?”
“I want them so bad. I want you to kiss me, please, Pres, I’m begging you. Please.”
She was eroding my self-control. Eroding everything inside me. The walls I kept build up around my fucking soul. Only Scarlett had the power to dig her way inside me and tear me to shreds. And for some fucked up reason, I wanted to let her.
Releasing her hair, I pulled myself back up and out of her completely. I scooped up the bottle of lube and slathered it all over my dick before pressing some inside her. She looked back at me, those hazel-green eyes wide.
“You want a kiss, hmm? Then you’re going to take my dick without complaint, you hear me? Take the whole fucking thing.” I rubbed my thumb over her rim. “All up inside this tight little hole.”
Her body trembled.
“I will,” she whispered before biting down on her lip.
“Spread those cheeks for me. Show me where you’re going to take my dick.”
She shifted, leaning on her shoulders so she could reach back and spread herself for me. And fuck if it wasn’t the most stunning sight I’d ever beheld. I couldn’t take another moment to admire it because my cock wanted in her. I wanted to come in her tight little arse and paint her insides.
Notching the head of my dick against her, I pressed forward, leaning my free hand on the small of her back to steady her.
“Bear down, little lamb, let me in.”
When she complied, the head of my dick lodged itself inside her. The pained whine coming from her lips had me smiling. She didn’t tell me to stop or attempt to move away. No, my girl took my dick like she’d been told. I grunted as I pressed deeper, my cock being enveloped by such tight heat. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Pres,” she whimpered.
“Is that a complaint I hear?”
“No! No… please, I want it. I want it so bad.”
Another inch slipped inside her. Fuck, nothing else could compare to the way her tight walls gripped my dick. Her whole body strained with the effort of holding herself open there for me. Letting me sink my cock deep inside her hot little arse.
When I finally bottomed out, I slapped her hands away from her cheeks and gripped her hips, holding myself inside her so she could get used to being filled. She shifted back up onto her hands, looking back at me with hazy, lust drunk eyes.
“Does that feel good, hmm? Do you like my dick all up in your arse?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me hard, please. Give it to me.”
Slowly, I inched out, listening to her moan with the sensation of my dick rubbing along her hole. Then I thrust back in, taking her deep. The rhythm I built was steady, letting her adjust to my size and length until there was no resistance left.
My fingers tightened around her hips. I gave her no mercy as I pounded her tight hole, making her cry and gasp, her fists clenched around the covers.
“Rub that needy clit, little lamb. Come all over my dick.”
She let go and slid her fingers between her legs. A choked moan erupted from her lips as she stroked herself into a frenzy. Her body bucked and she thrust back against me, trying to take more, trying to make me go faster. I obliged, giving her it all. Then I leant over her and bit down on her shoulder, marking her with my teeth.
“Pres,” she all but screamed. “Fuck!”
Her climax followed, her whole body trembling with the intensity of it. And fuck if she didn’t squeeze my dick hard. I bit down harder on her shoulder, trying to starve back my own need to come. I couldn’t help it. My balls ached with the need to explode. Her scream was the final damn straw. I had no control left. None whatsoever.
I groaned around my teeth on her shoulder as I kept pounding her tight hole and my dick erupted, spurting inside her like wildfire. Letting go of her shoulder, I pressed my face into her hair. Her scent flooded my veins, making me want to hold her close and never let my girl go. Never allow her to leave me again.
“Little Nyx,” I breathed into her hair, forgetting for a moment I should not have voiced that name out loud to her.
When I realised, I almost fucking lost my shit, unsure if she’d heard me or not. I couldn’t afford to let her remember us. Not yet. Not now. The others would crucify me.
Pulling out of her, I flipped her over onto her back and covered her body with my own. Her eyes were wide when I took hold of her face and pressed my lips against hers. Warmth and fucking need spread through me at the touch of her mouth. Scarlett had no choice but to kiss me back, her hands threading into my hair. It only made me delve into her mouth with my tongue and taste her. The moan leaving her lips encouraged me. I kissed her deeper, taking and taking until I was breathless and needing air, but I couldn’t stop. This was nothing like kissing other women. Scarlett felt so fucking different. She was everything to me. Absolutely fucking everything. The strain of my lungs was the only thing to pull my mouth from hers. I let the air fill them, panting with the effort of trying to breathe normally again.
“Pres,” she whispered, her own breathing heavy. “Kiss me again, please, kiss me until I don’t know my own name.”
“I thought my cock already did that,” I murmured, smiling at her.
“Please.”
Her hazel-green eyes were full of need. I did as she asked, taking my time to explore her mouth with mine, loving the way she moulded to me completely. And when we came up for air, her smile lit my whole fucking world on fire. I stroked her hair back from her face and wanted to drown in her. The scent of her. The beauty of this woman below me.
I slid off her and reached over, grabbing the wet wipes I kept on my bedside table and handed them to her. The two of us cleaned ourselves up before chucking that shit in the bin. Then I pulled back the covers and tucked Scarlett up in them with me. I lay on my back whilst she pressed her head to my chest, tucking herself into my side and stroking her fingers down my pec.
“I don’t know why, but you feel so familiar to me,” she murmured after a long silence.
I tried not to stiffen at her words. My fingers danced along her shoulder, stroking her perfectly soft skin, whilst my other hand curled around her waist, keeping her pinned to me.
“That’s odd.”
She nodded, sliding her hand from my chest into my hair and stroking my scalp instead.
“It’s stupid really, probably wishful thinking on my part. Hoping I can find a connection to the person I was before my accident. Before I lost all my memories.”
The way my heart lurched with her words had my hand tightening around her waist. My jaw clenched, preventing the words to soothe her aching soul from coming out of them.
You know me, Scarlett. You know all of us. We’re your best friends. And now we’re so much more than that.
“I’ve been getting these weird flashes of conversations and pictures in my head. I don’t know if they’re real or not, but… they feel real. Maybe I just want them to be real.”
I pressed my mouth to her hair. Why did this hurt so fucking much? Like taking a damn sledgehammer to my chest. Scarlett fucking decimated me with her words.
“Maybe they are real, little lamb.”
I shouldn’t have said it. I knew that, but the desperate part of me wanted her to remember me. Wanted her to look at me with recognition in her eyes.
“I hope so. All I’ve ever wanted is to remember who I am.”
And that was the final fucking straw. I pressed my face harder against her head, trying not to let my emotions out. The utter devastation of knowing she suffered as much as we had, even though our suffering was different. And I think if she knew the truth, she’d want to remember us. She’d want to break free of the prison her mind held her in.
Releasing her for a moment, I clapped three times and the lights went out, plunging us into darkness. Then I turned on my side and wrapped myself around her small frame, cradling her against my chest. Pressing my face back into her hair, I breathed in her scent of cinnamon, letting it soothe me. Allowing her body and fucking soul to damn well fill the void inside me that her words had caused. And when Scarlett drifted off, I kept holding her, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing.
“You will,” I whispered into her hair. “One day, you will remember it all. I promise.”
