Page 41 of Tough Score

He pulls his hand from my ass cheek--both hands gripping around my waist, pulling me up until I'm straddling his leg. My hands flatten against his chest as if to anchor me in place as I pick up my pace. I feel the wetness between my thighs soak my panties, and I wonder if he can feel the moisture through my pajama bottoms.

"This isn't what we agreed to--me coming like this," I say because there's no hiding the fact from either of us. He has me on the edge and I won't last much longer before I come with both of us still fully clothed.

"I need you dripping wet first before you take me. I don't want to hurt you."

More liquid arousal spills into my panties at the thought of how far Reeve's cock will stretch me open.

His hand dips under the front of my shorts--his thumb rolling and presses against my already throbbing clit, pulling a whimper from my lips.

"Reeve... I'm--" I choke out in a warning, my fingernails digging into his chest as my center begins to squeeze while he plays with my tender nub.

And then I scream out my orgasm, bracing myself against his chest to keep myself from crashing against his chest.

My eyes find his--he's been watching me.

We're not done.

Not even close.

"You're gorgeous when you come, did you know that?" he asks, his honest eyes searching mine.

I shake my head.

I've never been told that after sex, but it's no surprise that with Reeve, everything is different.

And now more than anything, I want to know what he feels like inside of me.

"I want you, Reeve," I tell him.

It's the first time I've ever said those words out loud to him.

"Finally," he says and reaches up for me.

Before I know it, we're in a mad rush, stripping each other bare of every inch of clothing.

Gym shorts, pajama bottoms, panties, and then my shirt--all tossed onto the wood floors of his bedroom until there's nothing between us but skin

His eyes roam over my bare breasts and down my torso and then to my bare pussy,his gaze appreciative.

His hands come up, gliding over my hard nipples before he cups my breasts--I hum in approval that I like the way his hands feel.

I watch as he reaches for a condom on the nightstand by his head. Pulling one out, he rips the foil and rolls it on.

I lift my leg to straddle him, and he guides me slowly until he lines me up with his tip.

"You'll tell me if I'm going too fast or if I'm hurting your knee, right?"

He chuckles as if the idea is preposterous. "Hurt me Keely. Do your best."

I line myself up with him, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick folds. Then, with one swift movement, I sink down onto him, taking him slowly at first, letting my body adapt to his girth--my body stroking his length as groans of pleasure pass through his lips, until I take one last thrust, taking all of him until he bottoms out inside of me.

"Oh fuck," Reeve groans, his head falling back against the pillow. "You feel incredible."

I start to move again, but Reeve takes control, gripping my hips and guiding my movement until I'm riding him hard and fast. The pleasure is so intense, it's bordering on too much, but I refuse to hold back.

"You ride my cock so well," he mutters.

His hand reaches up behind my neck and pulls me down against his lips, my breasts pressing against his chest as he sets our pace--his cock stroking over and over against the hot button inside of me that he knows just how to press. Reeve releases my lips and pulls me higher until his lips find my puckered nipple.

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