Scarred Beauty by Sam Crescent

along her arms he
settled over her tit. Tweaking the nipple, he had her writhing underneath him
from the pleasure he created.
    “That feels so good,” she said with a gasp when
he pulled away from her lips.
    “I’m only getting started.”
    Moving over her, Isaac opened her legs and gazed
down at her pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was covered with her cream. Staring up
into her eyes, he was taken aback by the trust in her eyes. It was the one
emotion he rarely saw in anyone else.
    He kissed her on the lips and trailed kisses
down her body. He licked, nibbled and sucked as he travelled down her neck to
her breasts. He couldn’t resist devoting some time to the full mounds. Her tits
were one of his favourite features, and he was determined that he would fuck
her tits at some point.
    Isaac wanted to share everything with her,
including the pleasure which can be found in the rougher side of sex. By the
time they left each other he would have claimed her completely. She wouldn’t be
able to look at another man without thinking of him. Feeling like a total
bastard, he grabbed her hips roughly with his nails digging in. He heard her
wince and trailed down her body past her belly button until he was staring at
her cunt.
    Running his hands up and down her legs, he kept
his gaze on her slit.
    He slid his fingers through her lips and watched
as her cream coated his fingers. She was so responsive. There was nothing fake
or rehearsed in her voice. Her gasps were natural. Her hips thrust up to meet
his hand.
    “Please, Isaac,” she said.
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “I don’t know.” She whimpered with frustration.
He wanted to taste more of her creamy juices. Going down until his face was
directly above her pussy, he used his fingers to open her slit and reveal her
hidden jewel.
    Her clit swollen with desire, she cried out from
the smallest of touches. He wouldn’t touch her cunt. Taking her virginity would
be a treasure he would hold dear to his heart. Isaac fought the battle inside
him to take her and claim what he’d never had before and the fight to give her
the perfect night in his arms. The battle inside him was between the Isaac
who’d gotten everything by being a ruthless bastard with no thought to other
people’s feelings and the Isaac who he was in her company. A man of worth. A
man who deserved to be with her.
    Pressing his tongue to her clit he felt shake as
he licked her. She had a beauty about her. His own scarred beauty. Most men
would never see the true beauty that she was because they would only look at
the surface. He looked beyond the beauty of her face and saw the purity in her
heart. A woman with so much love to give it was almost unbearable to witness.
He could be the very man who could earn her love.
    He flicked her clit and ran his fingers up and
down the piece of flesh between her entrance and clit. The pleasure she should
get would drive her over the edge.
    If what he heard about a woman’s first time was
true then he needed her to be taken over by pleasure. The very thought of
causing her pain disturbed him.
    The sounds in the room were of her moaning and
him licking her juices. She was dripping onto the sheet with her arousal. The
pride he felt at being the cause gave him so much satisfaction. A couple more
flicks of his tongue and she plunged over the edge with a scream.
    He lifted over her body, took his leaking cock
into his hand, ran the tip through her dripping slit before seating himself at
her entrance. Isaac leaned over her, took hold of her hands and pressed them
against the bed at her head.
    “I’m sorry,” he said as he plunged forward
tearing through the thin layer of skin that was her virginity. He forced
himself deep inside her. She was tight, and he bit his lip to hold himself
still as she grew accustomed to him.
    She screamed as he entered her. She fought him,
thrusting away from him, which only embedded him inside her deeper.
    “Calm down.” He soothed her, capturing her