Page 48 of Finally Moore

As the world around us comes back into focus, I realize that Scott is hovering over my body, his face glistening as he smiles at me. “Look at you,” he coos. “I love how you blush after you come. You’re so gorgeous.” Once again, my heart flutters and the instinct to look away takes over, but Scott doesn’t let me. Instead, he grips my chin and forces my gaze to his. “Feel what you do to me.” He rubs his firm cock against my tender slit. “Only you can make me so hard, so desperate to sink back into the sweet pussy of yours that it hurts.”

“Then…” A spark of confidence lights up inside me. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

Scott grins. “Happily.” I let out a small yelp as I’m suddenly flipped and spread across his lap. “But first, I want something from you,” he says as his hand caresses my ass.

“W-what’s that?”

“Tell me something you like about yourself.”

“Scott—” I try to sit up, but a sharp smack stops me in my tracks.

“Let’s try that again. All I want is one thing, one tiny little thing you like about yourself, then I’ll fuck you any way you want.” He rubs my tender skin, waiting for me to respond. When I remain tight-lipped, his hand comes down on the other cheek. “Fine. I’ll start. Your eyes, I could get lost in them. The orange ring in the center reminds me of the hot spring I saw in Yellowstone as a kid. I thought that was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen… until you.”

My heart races. Growing up, Mom used to make me wear contacts to hide the defect. I’ve always been so self-conscious about it.

Smack.

“Ouch,” I grumble as the slight sting pulls me out of my crappy past and into my sexy future.

“I love your pouty lips. When you wear that red lipstick you have...” His cock twitches below me. “I imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my dick. Now, come on, Angel, be a good girl and tell me one thing… anything… as long as it’s positive.”

“Um…”

Smack.

“I love your ass. It’s smooth and curved like a juicy peach I just can’t wait to bite into. I love the way it shakes when I fuck you from behind,” he tells me, and a new wave of warmth floods to my center as I recall how amazing that felt. “And right now, I love the pretty shades of pink it turns after I smack it. Though I’m curious how red I’m going to make it before we’re through here. Unless you have something nice to say…?” He raises his hand, preparing to land another strike.

“My tits!” I shout, and Scott pauses. “I love having big tits. I like to show off my cleavage, use it to distract from the areas I hate.”

Smack!

“Hey,” I grumble. “I said something positive.”

Scott blows a cool breath of air across my heated skin to help soothe the burn. “Yeah, but it was followed by a negative. It’s a start, though.” He runs a fingertip along my spine, before dipping it between my leg with a thrust of his hips and a groan. “Because hearing how much you love your tits was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Now…” Then he pushes to his feet, and I feel weightless with how easy he maneuvers me so that he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling his waist. “Show me how pretty those tits bounce while you ride my cock.”

As I reach into the nightstand to retrieve a rubber, my breast rubs against Scott’s face. He latches on to it, sucking hard on the nipple. I rock against his pelvis as I enjoy the sharp sensation, followed by the soft licking meant to soothe the sting. He releases me with a pop.

I scoot back to his thighs and grip him firmly. “Shit,” he groans. “I love how you handle my cock.”

My chest fills with pride as I admire how he squirms at my touch. I enjoy stroking him up and down before I finally rip open the foil packet and roll the latex down his impressive length. Taking a deep breath, I hover over him and prepare myself to be filled. You’d think you’d get used to it after doing this a few times. But so far, that hasn’t been the case.

As the head of his cock breaches my entrance, I cry out. The pain more than worth the pleasure it brings. If I’m being honest, I love the sensation of my body stretching around him.Scott grips my hips and helps guide me down. Once he’s fully sheathed inside me, I take a moment to adjust.

“Ready?” I ask him with a grin.

Scott rests his hands behind his head while shooting me a satisfied smile. “Show me what you got, babe.”

“All right,” I caution. “But, remember, you asked for it.”

He doesn’t appear concerned in the slightest, but he’s about to learn what years of yoga and belly dancing can do for your core. With my back straight, I partially lift off his cock and go back down. I rinse and repeat until I find my perfect rhythm. As soon as I do, I twist my hips in a figure eight motion.

“Holy fuck.” Scott’s biceps flex as he fights the urge to reach out and grab me. I pick up my pace, enjoying the way his eyes roll back into his head as I ride him. “Don’t stop,” he urges. I place my hands on his chest to brace myself, then proceed to circle my hips around and clench my muscles as hard as I can, before I continue to bounce. “Yes,” he hisses and grabs my head. “Just like that, Angel,” he encourages as my nipples rub against his chest. “God, I love the way your tits jiggle while you fuck me.”

“Oh god,” I moan, because at this angle, he’s hitting a spot that has my rhythm faltering.

“Don’t worry, Angel, I got you.” Scott grips my waist and takes over as he fucks me from below. The sound of our bodies clapping fills the small space. I drop my head into the crook of his neck, panting through each thrust of his hips. “That’s it. Be a good girl and let me hear how pretty you cry out my name when you come.”

“I don’t think I can—” My body is coiled so tight but I can’t seem to find my release.

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