Page 73 of Perfect Score

“You outshined in his shadows. He couldn’t have held onto you, even if he wanted to,” he says, pressing another kiss to my neck while the thumb caressing my thigh reaches over, sliding over the top of my crease.

It's not teasing. Instead, he’s easing me into his touch, but I don’t want to be eased in. I want to be taken.

I arch instantly against him. Pressing my butt against his cock again, I roll my needy center into his thumb.

He chuckles against my ear like he’s enjoying how easily he can get me to want him.

He understands what I’m asking for, and he moves his hand off my leg, running his fingers between my thighs.

His two middle fingers press against my clit, circling gently but with enough pressure to spark a flame inside me.

The warmth growing low in my belly begins to build.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder and runs his teeth over my skin slightly as his fingers start to circle faster with slightly more pressure.

The sharpness of his teeth and the heat in my belly have my body starting to hum.

“Brent…” I moan out.

“Does that feel good, Zoe? My fingers in that sweet pussy?” he asks, his words muffled against my neck.

My clit starts to pulsate with need, begging to be pushed to the edge.

My hand releases the side of the tub and reaches for his bicep.

Tingles shoot down my legs, and my toes curl again.

I nod. “I need more,” I tell him.

His fingers slide through me until they begin to rub again at my entrance.

“Right here?” he asks.

“More… please,” I plead.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d get the chance to hear you beg. I like you this needy in my hands.”

His index finger dips inside me slowly, preparing me for more.

My fingers grip around his bicep tighter, holding on in case my knees give out.

“How about another?” he asks, but he’s already pushing a second finger inside me.

“Brent,” I moan out his name again.

He presses his lips against my head, right behind my ear.

“That’s my girl.” His gruff voice says, “You take my fingers like I knew you would.”

My girl? We might be in the bathtub, but I feel my body coat his fingers in my arousal at his words.

His girl…

I open my eyes and look over my shoulder at him.

He’s watching his hand as it moves back and forth, working me into a wet mess of nerves and need. I can feel his cock straining between us.

He’s as turned on as I am.

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