there's some really dirty stuff in this chapter 👅💦 y'all deserve it.

[WARNING: HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT😏]

Movie 🎥 No Country for Old Men (2007)

Happy Reading xx

~T

                  
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H A R R Y 🔫

  She was doing it again. Teasing me in that torturous way. It started as soon as we left the mall. Her hand would constantly run up my thigh sneakily and brush my crotch. She did it so discretely whenever we were around the others. Every time I'd give her a warning glare, she'd just smile innocently at me, her brown eyes glinting mischievously. I could tell she was seriously excited for tonight. To be honest, I wasn't sure with what we were gonna do tonight, but I knew she was going to wear that lingerie and I was going to lose my mind when I see her.

   Now I was currently in the living room watching TV as she showered. She told me she was going to hit the hay after that but I knew she had other plans. After watching an episode of Kitchen Nightmares, I turned the TV off and headed to the bedroom. Excitement churned in my stomach when I pushed the door open, revealing Scarlett sprawled on the bed with a novel in her hands.

  She was wearing that baby pink silk robe that I oh so loved on her, baring just her long smooth legs and forearms as she lay on her stomach. I stood there and admired her for a second, watching how the crease between her brows appeared when she frowned at her book. A strand of hair fell out of its place from behind her ear, blocking her view slightly. I moved ahead and sat on the bed next to her, my fingers lightly brushing over her cheek before bringing the dark lock back.

   "Baby," I murmured huskily as I leaned down to whisper into her ear.

   "Mhmm?" she hummed in reply, trying to seem unfazed with the way my lips were touching the shell of her ear.

   "I know what you're hiding under there," I smirked lightly, referring to the lingerie she was wearing under her robe.

   "Do you now?" she cocked an eyebrow at me challengingly, smirking. I gestured for her to sit on my lip, which she gladly did.

  But she straddled me instead much to my surprise, her robe riding higher up her thighs as she settled into my lap comfortably.

   "Mhmm," I responded to her previous words, my lips brushing her jaw as I held her to me, peppering kisses down the prominent bone.

  My fingers were sneakily dipping under the robe as I distracted her with sweet wet kisses, leaving tiny love bites around the skin of her neck. She was snapped back to reality when she felt my rough fingertips trace the waistband of her panties. She immediately pulled away with a playful frown, tugging my hands away from under her robe.

   "No touching," she swatted my hands away as I pouted.

   "Scar, please baby, I wanna see," I couldn't help but beg a little, careless of how pathetic I usually sounded when I begged. But she seemed to like it, a smirk coming up on her face.

   "Maybe if you beg more..."

   "Nope, forget it," I shook my head immediately, instantly regretting my words as she got off my lap with a cheeky smile.

   "Suit yourself," she shrugged, walking around to the side of the bed before grabbing the covers.

   "Scarlett."

   "Hypno, you asked for it," she told me firmly, pulling them back before I stopped her movements.

   "Please," I asked, watching her victorious smirk reappear before she agreed.

  Her hands let go of the sheets, climbing onto the bed before approaching me and straddling my lap again. I was caught off guard when she pressed her sweet lips firmly against mine all of a sudden, her delicate fingers tangling with my curls as she pressed her chest against mine. My arms wound themselves around her midriff, tugging her closer to me as I kissed her back harder. Kissing Scarlett was one of the greatest happenings in life for me, it wasn't just a kiss that we were sharing; it was always more than that.

  A light groan was emitted from me when she moved her hips ever so slightly, her core brushing against my growing bulge in my sweats. I pulled my lips away for a breath of air, while Scarlett took the opportunity to attach her lips to my jaw. She pushed at my chest with her hands, my back hitting the mattress as she held herself over me. She continued her gentle assault over the skin covering my jaw and neck, nipping and sucking lightly at the skin, causing blood to accumulate at the surface.

  She was taking control tonight, I could just feel it through her actions, and the way she pushed me down and took over the dominant position said it all. Low groans were leaving my mouth now as her lips and tongue touched my collarbones, finding my sweet spot right next to my left collarbone and creating a harsh love bite there. Her eyes met mine briefly; full of lust and anticipation, before breaking the gaze to continue leaving open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of my torso.

  Her body moved between my legs, her assault on me pausing momentarily as she pushed herself up, kneeling between my legs.

   "Should I keep this on?" she questioned playfully, catching the one of the sashes with her thumb and finger.

   "No," I growled huskily, swallowing thickly as she frowned fakely.

   "You sure?" she arched a brow at me, clearly loving how impatient I was.

   "Please," I said again, knowing that was the only way to get her to take the robe off.

  She smirked once again, that sexy goddam smirk of hers that ruined me. Her nimble fingers slowly tugged the sashes apart, letting it loose before they were finally untangled. The smooth silk slipped down her shoulders bearing the top half of her torso, my breath halting in my throat at the sight of her. From what I could see, the black lace of the bustier was clinging to the swells of her breasts, and it just made everything about her much more sensual. It looked incredible on her, it fit her like a glove plus it suited her flawless olive skin quite well.

  Her gorgeous brown eyes were gazing deeply into mine as she bit into her lower lip, smirking sexily as she let the entire robe drop down, pooling around her knees. My tongue dragged across my lips as I studied her body from top to bottom, internally groaning at the sight of her. The floral lace bustier ended right under her navel, a matching black v-string covering her lower half. I pushed myself up again, desperate to feel her body under my rough palms, before she pressed a hand to my chest.

   "Stay down," she spoke in a firm tone, pushing me back down with a slight smirk. I obliged, only because I was curious as to what she was going to do.

  She gathered the silk robe in her hands and tossed it away, her hands coming back to push her long dark locks off her shoulders as she lowered herself. Her fingers moved quickly in removing my sweatpants, leaving me in just my boxers with my hard-on stretching against the material. She laid her body on the mattress between my legs comfortably, her arse pushing high up in the air with a devious smirk planted on his perfect lips.

  Her warm hands slid up my thighs as she pressed wet kisses against my hard-on through my boxers. A low groan left my lips at that, a slightly more audible one right after when she rolled her tongue against the large bulge hotly. My fingers moved to push her long dark locks out of her face, holding them back in a makeshift pony as she dug her fingertips under the waistband of my Calvin Klein's. The throbbing tip of my cock poked out from the top of my boxers as she peeled them off a little.

  Her eyes flitted up to meet mine, glinting naughtily as she stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum right off the tip, making my hips jerked. She began to toy and tease with the tip, running her wet tongue along the thin slit, having me groan and shift in anticipation. My grip on her hair tightened, indicating that I wanted her to speed up before I cum just by her teasing my tip. She smirked at my impatience, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she pulled back and tugged down my boxers, leaving me completely bare now.

  My throbbing cock slapped against my abdomen, feeling relieved once it was released from its restraints. A sigh left my lips as my hand automatically went to grab myself, but Scarlett grasped my wrist quickly. My brows instantly furrowed before rising when she gazed at me with a dark look.

   "No touching," she simply uttered lowly, pinning my hand to the mattress next to my hip as she lowered her head.

  Whatever I was going to say next was immediately halted when she suddenly dragged her hot wet tongue up the bottom of my shaft, from base to tip. A grunt left my lips when she wrapped her fingers around the base, her lips coming in contact with the swollen head of my cock. She gazed at me intently while she left affectionate kisses on it, before engulfing the top part of my cock with her heavenly lips.

  My hips quivered as she started to blow me slowly, taking moderate pull-ups, her tongue tickling the bulging vein that was under my cock. My eyes screwed shut when she pulled up until her wet lips were wrapped around the head, her tongue darting out against the slit sharply. My grip on her hair tightened even more when I felt her lips move lower down my shaft before engulfing one of my balls with her mouth. An audible moan left my mouth at the euphoric feeling of her actions, feeling utterly pleasured.

  My eyes fluttered open again, landing on my beautiful woman who was lying there between my legs with her lips wound around my cock, and she was all mine. I just couldn't imagine how lucky I was to have her, which was a strange thing to realize at that moment. But I guess I was just so in love with her, I just think about it all the time.

  I was ripped out of my thoughts when she let out small purposeful moans while sucking me off, in an attempt to push me further to my release, which did indeed help. Her head lifted up suddenly, my length slipping from her lips all of a sudden as she pushed herself up. I stared in slight confusion as she hooked her fingers onto her panties and dragged them down her thighs. Her actions were slowly starting to make sense to me as she discarded the black lace and grasped my thick length in her hand.

  My jaw dropped open as she started to pump me slowly with one hand, while the other buried itself between her bare legs. I let out a low moan at the sight of her touching herself, my cock quivering in her hand at the way her fingers slid through her wet folds. But her fingering only lasted for a few seconds before she set my length back down against my stomach and brought herself to hover over it. At first I thought she was going to ride me, but she didn't.

  A harsh grunt left my lips when she sat directly on top of my cock, jutting her hips forwards to slide my thick length between her lower lips.

   "Holy shit, Scarlett," I moaned in surprise, feeling her warmth engulf my cock. 

  I groaned deeply at the sensational feeling, my hand gripping her hip tightly as she began to grind down on my bare cock. I forced myself to keep my eyes open, focusing them on the way her dripping lower lips were engulfing the sides of my aching cock as she shifted her hips backwards and forwards.

  Her fingernails dug into the tense skin of my stomach, where her palms were placed in order to hold herself up as she continued to move her hips fluidly. My mind went numb with pleasure as I felt her arousal drip down from her core, coating my cock and trickling onto the bronzed skin of my stomach. Once I set my eyes on Scarlett, I knew I had to let go. The painful pleasure overcame me as I finally released, my orgasm coming out in hot white spurts landing on my chest in long streaks.

  Scarlett let out a loud moan as she too let go, her body jolting as her movements slowed down and she panted heavily. I was still lying there in euphoric bliss, my eyes closed shut as I tried to control my labored breathing. My eyes flew open when I felt her fingertips touch my cum, which was on my chest and stomach. With her dark eyes glinting lustfully, she gathered my release onto her fingers before bringing them up to her mouth. With swollen lips parted, I watched her wrap her sweet lips around her fingers, sucking and licking at them delightfully all while keeping her umber irises locked with mine. I swear I felt my cock twitch again when she smirked at me with her fingers in her mouth.

   "You're killing me," I uttered with a groan, my eyes screwing shut as I tried to remove the image of her sucking my cum off her fingers, afraid it would make me hard again.

  Her soft giggles resonated through my ears, triggering one of my rare smiles as I felt her lips on my chest. I was caught off-guard when I felt her tongue touch my stomach. She was practically cleaning up the mess I had created on my own body. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, my arms coming to tug her up to my side. She yelped in surprise as I did that, landing by my side in surprise.

   "Enough baby," I chuckled in amusement, gazing at her in almost awe. For the first time tonight she blushed modestly, a shy smile dipping into her deep pink lips.

   "How was it?" she asked me quietly, referring to what she did. I've never had a woman do that to me before, then again, I never let any woman take over the dominant position.

   "Fucking amazing," I breathed in all honesty, grinning when I saw a happy smile stretch across her lips. "God, you were so sexy tonight."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," I murmured, kissing the corner of her lips affectionately as I felt her hand slide against my jaw. "So beautiful, and sexy and just utterly impressive."

   "Harry," she blushed, kissing my lips sweetly as a 'thank you'. "I love you," she whispered with a small grin once she pulled away, her words tugging at my heartstrings.

   "I love you," I replied instantly, pressing one final firm kiss to her swollen lips before pulling away from her gently, and rolling off the bed. "I need to shower, join me?"

   "Will do," she responded, climbing off the bed before her cheeks reddened when she realized her lower region was bare.

  Her hand came around to cover her bare pubis as her eyes timidly scanned the room for her panties. I spotted the black lace near the foot of the bed, quickly picking it up and holding it out for her with a smirk. She rolled her eyes at my smug expression, moving forwards to snatch the material from my hands. But I moved it higher over her head as she reached for it, causing her to huff in annoyance, one arm stretching up to retrieve the panties.

   "Harry," she growled in irritation, her dark brows knitting over her eyes tightly.

   "Angel," I responded with a smirk, finding it cute how she was struggling to reach her underwear. A gasp flew out of my lips when she grasped my cock all of a sudden, tightening her grip as she gazed firmly into my eyes.

  I swallowed thickly, my arm coming down as she smiled tightly at me, letting go of my cock to seize her panties. She turned away from me to pull them up her long legs, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I couldn't help but gaze at her glorious arse. My hand quickly darted out to pinch the flesh with my fingers, causing her to squeal all of a sudden, jumping slightly. She stared back at me with a vexed glare, clutching her bum in shock. I simply winked cheekily before grabbing a towel and walking past her, right before quickly giving her arse a quick squeeze.

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   "Harry," her soft voice called out for me in the dark. My gaze flickered back to hers, studying the way the moonlight illuminated her face in the dark, watching how it casted shadows on her face.

  Her thumb was gently stroking the scar that was near my collarbones. The scar that held the worst story behind it than all the other ones. I knew she was going to ask me about it, she was curious as hell. But I didn't mind it. I was going to tell her at some point, and I knew she loved me enough now to not judge me for my actions in the past. I breathed heavily through my nose, my forehead pressing against hers as I wrapped the sheets around our bodies tighter.

   "Yes baby?"

   "This scar," she started out slowly, her index finger tapping against the ugly scar lightly, glancing at it momentarily. "How did you get it?" she asked me cautiously. "You don't have to tell me though if you don't want-" she started to ramble nervously before I cut her off.

   "It's okay," I smiled gently, my thumb running over her cheekbone. "That was the scar I got on the day I killed my father," I simply told her. For some reason she didn't react with shock, probably because she knew I killed my father. I told her that a while ago when she slept in my bed for the very first night.

   "Oh," she responded quietly.

   "It was a knife. He tried to murder me in my sleep."

   "W-What?" she gasped quietly, her brown eyes wide all of a sudden. "Why?"

   "He was fucked up, that man. I never knew the reason why to be honest, there were rumors flying around saying the most ridiculous things. But I never really listened to any of them."

   "Were you armed at that time?" she asked me, her hands settling on my chest, the warmth of her palms heating up the skin there.

   "I never slept with a gun back then so no, I was not armed. I managed to fight him off, and before I knew it I was slitting his throat," I explained rather bluntly, watching her eyes widen like big brown saucers. "He cut my chest while we were fighting, that's how I got the scar."

   "Wow," she breathed in a slight shock. Her eyes gave me a look that indicated she wanted to ask me further questions, but she resisted. I had a feeling I knew what sort of questions she would've asked me anyways, so I spoke up.

   "I don't feel guilty, if that's what your wondering," I spoke lowly. "My father was a disgusting bastard."

   "I know Harry," she spoke quietly, her fingers tracing my swallow tattoos gently while she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "Did you ever feel guilty when you first...killed someone?"

  Her question caught me off-guard a little. My eyes focused on her face, trying to read her expression as I formulated my words to respond to her question.

   "No," I replied in a low voice, watching her eyes dart up to mine. "My guilty conscience is practically non-existent." Except it seemed to surface whenever I did something to hurt Scarlett.

   "Oh," she responded, her tone holding no hint of surprise. It was probably obvious to her that I didn't feel a thing when I first murdered someone. "I'm just scared of what the guilt will do to me when I first kill someone," she admitted quietly.

  Unsure of what to say, I pursed my lips. I didn't know how to exactly to respond because I obviously didn't go through the guilt of murdering someone for the first time.

   "The guilt will pass on when the killings become more frequent," I said, before cringing at my words, realizing how unsubtle they were.

   "I don't want to kill people," she couldn't help but say, her voice coming out in a small whine. "It'll ruin me. I-I just can't Harry," she spoke, her voice cracking a little.

   "Hey now, let's not think about that. You're a strong woman Scarlett. You can battle the guilt and you will battle it," I said as I cupped her cheeks firmly, staring intensely at her. "Okay?"

   "Okay," she sighed, her eyes fluttering close when I pressed a short kiss to her forehead.

   "I'll be right by your side, helping you," I added as I held her petite body to my firm chest, stroking her hair as I felt her cuddle further into my warmth.

   "Always?" Her voice came out in barely a whisper. The single word brought a small smile to my lips.

   "Always."

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-sorry for the late-ish update. I have had a ton of work to do and school is just getting worse now😖😖😖

-oh and I know this is kinda random, but this is what's Russell and Kiera Jones look like (Scarlett's mum and dad). Sucky edit yes BUT LOOK AT HOW SIMILAR SCAR AND HER MOM LOOK.

✖️Russell Jones, played by Mark Wahlberg
✖️Keira Jones, played by Jordana Brewster

Until we meet again...

~T