Page 99 of Scores Of The Heart

“You okay?” I breathe in a hoarse voice, my fingers still in her. I don’t ever want to remove them, only if they can be replaced with my dick.

“I’m perfect,” she whispers. “Ty, what the hell was that?”

I chuckle as she presses her forehead to mine.

“I’ve never ummm, felt it so strong. Or had anyone touch me so deep…”

I kiss her again, moving my free hand on the back of her head to pull her in. It’s not surprising the guy she was with never found her G Spot.

“You better get used to it. And yes, you are perfect.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” She laughs.

I reluctantly pull out. “I’d give anything to taste you baby.”

Her eyes bug wide, my lips pull into a grin.

“Does that shock you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready for that?”

“What if I wanted you to make love to me?”

I swallow hard. My dick swelling at the words. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“I’m not doing it here in the tub on our first time,” I say. “I’m selfish, I need to see all of you in a bed.”

She kisses me again, it’s long and hard and we’re both needy.

My spare hand glides down to squeeze her ass, as I pull my other hand out from under the water. My fingers sliding out of her, I move them to my mouth to suck and taste them. She gasps again and I chuckle. Fuck, I love shocking her. It’s such a turn on.

“Your nectar tastes so fucking sweet. I really do want to taste you baby, and I will. But I need to be in you, now that you’ve said the words.”

She sucks her lip under and then slides off me, pulling herself up out of the spa as I follow. We quickly dry off and we head into the bedroom. She pulls off her bikini bottoms as I grab her from behind, pushing my wet briefs to the floor.

My dick sticks into her lower back as she giggles. “You think that’s funny, precious. How hard you make me?”

She nods her head against my shoulder as she walks forward to the bed with me clutching onto her for dear life. I want to take her seven ways to Sunday, but I know I have to be careful with her. She only had a brief sexual experience once before which, to be honest, didn’t sound all that great.

I want to claim her and show her how a man can really be. I want her to experience what pleasure is all about.

“Would you believe me if I said you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?” She whispers, turning in my arms and reaching up to kiss me.

That makes me smile. Fuck, I love hearing that. “You’re liking what you're seeing?”

“Loving everything. And the tatt’s,” she says, swirling her fingers over my artwork that trails down my arms and across my chest. “They make you look badass.”

“It’s hot as fuck against your pale skin,” I mutter. She has no tattoos and I find that really fucking pure right now, “You liked my fingers in you, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna grab a rubber.”

She slides onto the bed while I reach to the nightstand to find my wallet. I know I have a few in there for safe keeping.

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