❝ EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO KILL SOMEONE. ❞
❝ I REALLY HOPE SHE'S TALKING FIGURATIVELY. ❞
( BOOK TWO of FIGHT OR FLIGHT )
Scout Wiley was once in love with the abyss. It was her mistake for getting too comfortable. She knew she shouldn't have lie...
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4th of December Fifth Avenue Quantico, Virginia
IT WAS WITH gentle handling did Scout find she was enjoying that long since awaited filling feeling of Spencer's once again, directly and continuously between her legs. After her body missed it for so long, she reveled and shuttered as his hard cock would slip in and out of her once more.
There was no sounds between the two of them as they continued to have sex; only the odd hissing pleasure or deep moan here and there. But other than that, they were completely silent. Spencer had and held Scout pinned with her back against the wall just by her door, filling her after so long had he missed it.
They were both staring into each other's eyes the whole time, feeling the glorious pleasure pulse through them with each slow moving stroke the doctor made. It was as though he was savoring it, but at the same time could not believe what was happening.
With her legs wrapped around him as he so very gently continued to stroke in and out of her, he couldn't get over how warm she felt. In over 13 years had he not felt more content in having sex with one as he did with Scout. She didn't feel or smell like the other women he had fucked over the years. And even though it was all in silence with Scout now, which made it even more exhilarating, he was not just fucking her.
Spencer didn't need to hear Scout moan to know she was intoxicated with pure satisfaction. Her eyes and blissful masks of pleasure said it all. But both their eyes also said the same thing to one another: pleasure, bliss, carnal, and confusion. Neither one was actually sure how it had got like this, but it did and so they were living in the now.
'This is wrong!' Spencer's mind screamed, having his conscience cry out to be heard. 'This is so fucking wrong!'
But his body would not obey his brain's screaming demands. Scout's eyes rolled back as she softly shut her eyes, showing her different masks of carnal pleasure while she struggled to keep her eyes open. Spencer could feel her hands caressing his neck and gripping his shoulders ever so slightly from time to time, actually sending shivering chills through him.
The doctor caressed her thigh and her side, feeling her burning skin under her shirt. She was only naked from the waist down. It was one less thing to worry about, knowing that she wouldn't be able to explain any marks she may have collected over the years to her former lover.
She hadn't told anyone, and Spencer was not going to be the first person to know.
Unknowingly, Scout reciprocated his feelings about this current situation. She had slept with plenty of other men in her past, knowing what she had between them was merely physical and a need to fill an emptiness inside of her. However, not one had satisfied her or even come close to what she was feeling right now. Maybe it was because of their past, but Spencer was the only one capable of filling her the way she desired, all without hurting her in the process.
