Page 40 of Scoring Position

I prop the pillow under my head, grabbing behind my knees and holding myself while he drags a fingertip from my clit, all the way down through my soaked slit. I suck in a gasp at the contact, and he holds it up, showing me.

“Look how wet you are from having my cock down your throat. Such a naughty girl.” He brings it to his mouth and sucks it clean before going back and gathering more. Crawling up my body, he shoves his finger between my lips, wiping it across my tongue. My eyes flutter closed, and I moan. “How does your desperate pussy taste?” he asks with a cocky smirk, resuming his position between my thighs.

“Ace, please,” I beg, not giving a single fuck how needy I sound. He’s barely even touched me, and I feel like I’m on the edge already. I want to scream and cry and plead for relief, but I can’t bring myself to end it with a color because I fucking love it so much.

“Please,what?” he asks, pushing a finger inside me just an inch and staying completely still, which only makes the ache more excruciating. I wiggle around, trying to take more of him, but he doesn’t allow it as I cry out in frustration.

“Please make me come.” My legs are trembling, and my fingers are gripping the backs of my thighs so tightly that I’m afraid I might draw blood. He pulls out of my pussy, watching as a drop of arousal frees itself from between my lips and rolls slowly down my hot, sensitive skin. Leaning forward, he catchesit on his tongue and licks upward, pressing his lips to my clit as he finally gives me the relief I’ve been begging for.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I can’t stop. This throbbing cunt tastes too fucking good.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I plead as he fills me with two fingers, pumping them in and out while he devours me. I’m already wound so tight—it takes no time at all before I’m teetering on the cusp of an orgasm. I buck my hips into his face, chasing my release as we both let go, giving in to our carnal instinct to fuck.

“Oh my God, Ace. I’m so close,” I whine, circling my hips as he punishes my sensitive clit.

“Come for me, whore. Right now. Come on my fucking face.” He removes his fingers, spearing his tongue inside me and making white hot pleasure shoot throughout my entire body. My orgasm tears through me, my back bowing off the bed as I shake against him. It goes on for what feels like forever, wave after wave ebbing and flowing while I chant his name as if it’s the only word in my vocabulary. The pleasure goes way beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life, and it’s all at the hands of the sex god between my thighs. This man, with his limited experience, has given me more in the handful of times that I’ve been with him than my own husband gave me throughout our entire relationship—starting with the way he places value on the things I want and need.

“That’s my girl,” he says, lapping at my sensitive skin as I attempt to find my way back down to earth. The euphoria is so intense that I break for him, tears flowing down my cheeks while I sob into the quiet room.

“Is this a good cry or a bad cry?” he says, lying beside me and pulling my trembling body into his. God, he’s so perfect and attentive. I’ve never felt this cherished, even after all the things he just said and did to me—for me.

“Good,” I whisper, trying to collect myself. I know it’s not uncommon to get emotional like this after a hard orgasm, but it’s never happened to me before. I’ve never had anyone put in the work to give me that kind of pleasure, and it’s all hitting me at once. “It was perfect.”

“It’s not over yet, baby,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s just lie here for a minute, and when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck you deep and cover you in my cum.”

I crack one eye open and look at him. “I’m ready.” I’m exhausted, but still want more. I want him to mark me as his.

He barks a laugh. “Slow down, Sweets. You need a minute, and so do I. One day, I won’t feel like I’m fighting for my life trying not to come while I eat you out.” He brushes a thumb over my tear-stained cheek. “Did you like all of that? Anything you want more or less of next time?”

Next time.

The way he puts so much thought into making things good for me has me feeling a lot of big emotions, and I’m not sure if I should be. I didn’t come into this thinking I would fall for a man ten years younger than me—especially in such a short amount of time—but that’s exactly what’s happening. It’s terrifying because he could have anyone he wants, and as much as I try to ignore my intrusive thoughts, they’re always in the back of my mind. At the moment, he’s all in on us, but as he slowly puts his past behind him, will he still feel the same way in five years when twenty-year-old women are vying for his attention and I’m pushing forty? And how will his fans react if we decide to go public? Will they tear me down and say I’m not good enough? Will that eventually get to him and make him second-guess things? It’s all scary, but that doesn’t negate the fact that I can’t stop myself from falling for him, not that I’d want to. We’ve shared parts of ourselves with each other that nobody else has ever seen, and there’s no denying the bond we’ve created in theprocess. I’m starting to believe that what we’re building is worth fighting for, no matter the risks involved.

“It was all amazing. Thank you,” I reply sincerely, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. It starts slow and gentle, our hands roaming each other’s bodies freely as we get worked up all over again. I open my legs, and he rolls on top of me, the velvet skin of his bare cock rubbing against my wet slit. He moans out loud as he thrusts his hips, his length grinding into my clit and making stars explode behind my eyes.

“Holy fucking shit. You’re so warm. Could I—” he pauses, swallowing. “Could I just feel it for a second?”

I give him a soft smile, cupping both of his cheeks and making sure I have his full attention. “You’re in charge, Ace. I told you, I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since I was tested. You can feel me for a second, or you can do it for longer. It’s your decision.”

He nods, his chest heaving as he breathes like he just ran a hundred miles. I can’t pull my eyes away from him as he brings a shaky hand down to his shaft, taking it by the base and pushing the head just past my entrance. I expect the stretch to be uncomfortable, but I’m so turned on that it slides right in, quelling the ache inside me. He stills, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching as though he’s restraining himself before he takes a few more inches, sighing in relief as my inner walls hug him tightly. I whine with the need to be filled when he retreats, and he thrusts forward again, this time not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Lark,” he whispers softly. His eyes are wide, and he doesn’t even have to say another word, because I feel it too.

“I know,” I reply.

He bends down, pressing his lips to mine as he begins moving in and out of me at a slow and steady pace. The roomfills with heavy breaths and satisfied moans while he works my body like he owns it, hitting spots I never even knew existed. It’s the most mind-altering pleasure I’ve ever known. We don’t have to say it out loud—we’re making love. Emotion floats in the air around us so heavily that it feels like I could reach right out and hold it in my hands. This may have started as a fantasy role-play, but I’ve never felt anything more real than what we’re doing right now.

He picks up speed, pulling my thigh over his hip and angling me so he can drive in even deeper. I cry out as he fills me, barreling toward an orgasm that promises to be so intense, I feel like I may black out.

“Fuck,” he curses, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re choking my cock. You’re so goddamn tight when you’re about to come.”

A few more thrusts and I’m careening over the edge again, screaming in ecstasy as he grunts through clenched teeth. I know he’s barely hanging on, but my orgasm is completely out of my control, my pussy clamping down on him so hard that I don’t think he could pull out if he wanted to. It numbs all of my senses, and it feels like minutes have gone by before my vision comes back and I glance up to see an almost panicked look on his face.

“I have to come,” he grits out. “I want to do it inside you. Is that okay?”

I nod my head rapidly, looking every bit as desperate as I feel. “Please, Ace,” I beg. “Please make me yours.”

Not a second later, his face twists in pleasure and his jerky movements go still as he surrenders to his release, shooting thick, warm ropes inside me as I hungrily accept every last drop. He rides it out until he’s completely empty, slowly lowering his shaking body down on top of me and wrapping me tightly in his strong arms.

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