Free For Everything by Rae Spencer

“Slide it over mine.”
    She did, her hand resting against his hip.
    He cupped her pussy, his fingers moving over her wetness, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and then her ear.
    Her hips thrust against his hand, sweat dotting her body.
    He slid his fingers down to her opening, thrusting them deep inside, keeping the pressure constant, and the friction moving. His cock rubbed against her ass with each thrust of her hips.
    She sobbed, arching hard into his fingers.
    “Lily,” he whispered, rolling her to her back, His mouth crashed down and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He pushed her legs apart thrusting his cock deep, groaning against her lips. His muscles trembled as he pulled back thrusting deep again, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
    She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her fingers glided down his back gripping him.
    She met him thrust for thrust, her fingers digging into his back, leaving impressions.
    “Clay,” she moaned, her breasts plastered against his chest, sweat running down both of them.
    He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting hard and deep.
    He tangled his hands in her hair, arching her neck as he placed kisses and nips upon it.  
    Her fingers raked his back, scratching his skin as her body arched, a cry falling from her lips.
    He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tide, wanting to ride her longer. He couldn’t, groaning he slammed into her with one last powerful surge. His seed flooded her body before he collapsed on top of her. His breath heavy in her ear, his body totally satiated he lay basking in the pleasure.
    He placed a soft kiss on her neck, easing up on his elbow. “Lily, I love you.”
    He glanced up to see her reaction to his words, only to find her eyes closed a slight smile curving her lips, her breathing deep and even.
    She was sound asleep. Sound asleep with him lying on top of her, his body still joined with hers.
    He smiled, pulling out he rolled to his side, wrapping her tightly in his arms. He wondered how she would react when she heard those words.
     

Chapter 13
     
    Clay leaned up on his elbow watching her sleep. Unable to help himself he pushed the covers off her body looking at her scars.
    They were straight cuts marring her skin, dozens of them. Someone had hurt her, badly and he needed to know who it was. He wanted to… NO! He needed to make sure they paid dearly for her pain.
    His teeth clenched over the sheer amount of scars she had. No one had the right to hurt Lily. He sat up staring at her lower body the scars reaching her knees.
    They were silver scars, little lines everywhere. The longest ran from her belly button to the top of her pussy mound. Her skin healed evenly leaving no protrusions to feel, except the ones on the inside curve of her thighs, which were deeper cuts.
    The scars ran over her pussy mound and the sides of her pussy lips. Clay couldn’t imagine the pain, or fear she experienced when it happened. His finger traced the scar from her navel down to her pussy, feeling her eyes on him he looked up. “Tell me, Lily, please.”
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    Lily blinked back her tears, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. She had to tell him, she owed him that much. “My parents died in a car accident my senior year of high school.”
    “I’m sorry.” Clay softly kissed her lips.
    She swallowed. “A friend of my family’s… he was a few years older than me, helped me.”
    “With?” he stroked her belly in feather light sweeps.
    “The funeral arrangements, the insurances, the paperwork,” she stared up at the ceiling. “I thought he was my friend.”
    “You thought?” he asked, his fingers sliding along her chin, her lips.
    “He became my boyfriend, moved into my parent’s house with me, took over my life,” she whispered. She glanced at him as she struggled to find the words, her body shifting against his. “At first, he treated me well, but he changed.”
    He stroked her cheek, watching her face. “What do you mean he