Page 46 of Scoring Position

“Fuck,” he chokes out. “It’s unreal. I want to come so bad.”

“Sit up with your hands on your knees,” I order, reaching down and taking a fistful of his hair to guide him up. It's a weird angle, so I have to shift myself a little, but I'm able to reach around, gripping his hard cock in my hand and stroking as I thrust. He whimpers loudly as I squeeze, jerking him in time with each snap of my hips.

“Fuck, Lark! I’m going to come! I can’t?—”

“Come for me, baby,” I reply, cutting him off. “Come all over my hand while I fuck your ass.”

Seconds later, his body stiffens as cum shoots from his tip like a fountain, missing my hand entirely and covering the pillow and headboard in front of us. He convulses wildly as it goes on for what feels like minutes, crying out in ecstasy and nearly dropping forward. I wrap my arm around his chest, holding his large frame against me as tightly as I can. When I’m sure he’s spent, I loosen my grip, letting him slump onto the bed as the toy pulls from his ass. I remove it from my soaked pussy, ignoring the pulsing throb inside me as I focus on providing the aftercare I’m sure he needs.

I scoot beside him, where he’s hunched face-first over the pillow, breathing heavily as he recovers. Kissing his cheek, Ibring my lips to his ear. “You did such a good job,” I praise. “I’m so proud of you.”

“You didn’t come,” he says, turning his head and peeling his exhausted eyes open to look at me.

“I don’t need to,” I reply with a reassuring smile. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Apparently, that's the wrong answer, because he sits up, wraps a hand around my throat, and throws me down onto the mattress. I gasp in surprise as he hovers over me, his eyes darkening in a way I’ve never seen before. He shoves my thighs apart, kneeling between them, and if I didn’t trust him with every fiber of my being, I’d be terrified right now by the look on his face alone.

“I’m notokayuntil this wet little cunt is sobbing all over these sheets,” he says, slamming his long, thick cock into me. A scream gets caught in my throat as he bottoms out, lifting my ass from the bed with his large hands and rutting into me. He just came two minutes ago, but he’s as hard as granite, fucking me like an unhinged animal while I stretch and struggle to take him.

“Oh my God!” I moan loudly, succumbing to the numbness that’s flooding my entire body as he fucks it like he owns it. “Ace!”

“That’s right,” he grits out. “Tell the world whose pussy this is, Sweets.”

“It’s yours!” I reply, clawing at his chest in an attempt to hold onto something as my orgasm barrels toward me. I’m so worked up from the way the toy was pressing against me while I fucked him that it doesn’t take much to get me to the edge. Every muscle inside me is wound whipcord tight, just waiting for that final thrust to push me over. He leans down, plunging his tongue between my open lips in a demanding kiss, and that’s it. I shatter around him, digging my nails into his skin and screaming unintelligible words as I come harder than I ever have in my life. He grunts loudly, a full-body tremor working its waythrough him as he empties everything he has left to give into me, not stopping until we’re both unable to go on for another second.

“You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers, ghosting his lips down my face as I return to awareness. “So fucking perfect. Are you okay?”

I exhale a breathy laugh. “I’msupposed to be askingyouthat.”

“I’m more than okay,” he replies, smoothing a strand of hair from my face before dropping his lips to mine. “Did you like it?”

I nod my head. “Mhmm. Especially the part where you grabbed my throat and threw me.”

His brows shoot up, surprise overtaking his expression. “Noted, dirty girl. We’ll circle back to that during the next role-play.” I smile, completely dick-drunk, as he stands, disappearing for a moment and returning with a warm washcloth. Bringing it between my legs, he carefully wipes away the mess we made, tossing it to the floor and climbing back into bed.

“You highjacked my aftercare,” I whine, snuggling into him, my heavy eyes falling closed as his heart beats against my ear.

“This is all I need,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “Falling asleep with you in my arms, knowing your face is the first thing I’ll see when I open my eyes, is more than enough for me.”

I exhale contentedly, reality washing over me like a warm wave.Monroe was right. I’m so in love with this man that it’s almost impossible to hold the words inside. What started as giving him a small, terrified corner of my heart has turned into him consuming the entire thing. I’m powerless to stop it…not that I want to anymore.

Ace Mathers was made to be mine. And although I attempted to fight it for far too long, I know now that I am undeniably and unwaveringly his.

TWENTY-SEVEN

LARK

“Where are we going?”I question as Ace sits behind the wheel of his truck. We’ve been driving for about an hour, but every time I ask, he just says he wants me to meet some friends of his. I can’t say I’m not a little nervous, because the last time he used those words, I ended up in a helmet, getting shot with paintballs while gasping for breath. He reassured me that there would be no running involved in today’s adventure, so at least there’s that.

“It’s a secret,” he replies with a smirk, reaching over and taking my hand in his. Warmth travels up my arm, and butterfly wings tickle the inside of my stomach. I never thought in a million years I’d feel this way about a man—let alone one that’s so much younger than I am. I was with Ryan for eleven years, married for five, and I can’t remember a single time he made a small touch feel as meaningful as Ace does. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was settling. I’m grateful that he’s opened my eyes to what truly being cherished feels like. Without him, I may have never gotten a chance to experience it.

I huff a frustrated breath, slumping back in my seat as he chuckles softly. It isn’t long before we’re pulling into the parkinglot of a small white building with a row of lush bushes lining the front. The windows are covered in colorful art, and chalk drawings decorate the sidewalk leading to the entrance. I look at him confused, but he just winks, exiting the truck and running around the hood to open my door. Taking my hand, he helps me slide down until my feet hit the pavement, pausing to press a gentle kiss to my lips before ushering me inside.

“Ace!” a young girl, no more than six years old, shouts gleefully, abandoning where she’s coloring at a small table and running toward him at full speed.

“Hey, Chuck!” he replies, catching her as she leaps into his waiting hands, giggling wildly. She wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing him as tightly as her little body can manage. He turns toward me, and my heart thumps in my chest as he smiles proudly.

“Lark, this is my friend Charlie. Charlie, this is Lark.”

She tucks her head into him shyly, waving at me.

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