Page 76 of Perfect Score

“That’s the whole idea,” I tease with a giggle.

“Not this fast. I want it to last longer.”

I smirk down at him. I love that I can bring him to the edge. “You’re not in control… I am,” I tell him while I work myself back and forth on him, almost fully seated.

“Don’t get it twisted, baby. I can fuck you just as good from the bottom as I can from the top.” He grunts as he pulls me down and fully seats me onto him.

“Oh!” I moan out and fall forward against his chest.

That movement sparks my clit, and I can feel that I’m not far either, my body still so sensitive from the last time.

“You want me to come?” he asks, his hips starting to work me from the bottom.

I grip my arms around the back of his neck and hold on. He’s right. How did I ever think I was in control with Brent, even if I was on top?

I don’t think I’ve been in control since the moment I agreed to fake date over this weekend.

His lips find me and press against mine.

“You’re mine tonight, Zoe. All mine,” he repeats. “Now tell me to fuck you.”

His arm wraps around me and starts to move my body up and down against his chest, and his hips start to grind into me.

“Fuck me, Brent,” I say, gripping his jaw into my hands.

His hips start thrusting into me harder and faster.

If he can fuck this good from below, I can’t imagine how good he’ll be from on top.

With each stroke, he’s hitting against the spot that has my nerve in my clit pulsing again.

I’ve never come twice in one night, but Brent likes to break records, and I have a feeling he’s about to blow my orgasm record out of the water… or, in this case, the bathtub.

He works me while I match his rhythm. We’re working each other, fucking each other, and the intimacy of his hooded eyes on mine as he watches me bounce on his cock has me chasing that feeling again.

His cock throbs inside me and presses against the spot that his fingers already found. As if his fingers created a treat map and gave the coordinates to his cock.

His cock strokes it once, then twice, then a third time. I swallow hard, knowing I can’t keep this up. My rhythm already falters as my knees weaken again.

“I’m getting close,” I whisper.

“Then take my dick and come,” he says.

His arms unlock around my waist, giving him access to take my left nipple into his mouth.

I moan, sliding my hands through his hair, letting my head fall back as he sucks on me and fucks me from below, his cock not letting up as it strokes that same spot over and over.

Then Brent bites down on my nipple, and I can’t take it anymore. My body erupts in hot heat, and my head falls toBrent’s shoulder, and I come even harder the second time. My knees give out, and I grip around his neck to keep myself steady.

Brent groans as I know it’s taking all he can not to come.

“Where, Zoey?” he groans.

He wants to know where he can come.

“In me.”

“Goddammit,” he grunt, gritting his teeth. “You sure? Because just hearing you say that, I’ve got about two seconds left.”

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