Page 102 of Scoring the Player
I flick the tip back and forth, relishing his “Ngh, fuuuck” and breathy pants.
I see white as his throat massages my head while his tongue tortures the skin around my piercings, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
“Pull off,” I husk as a second wave hits, and I stiffen, grunting against his rim.
He gurgles as I slide out of his throat.
I clamp down on my lip as he tongues my slit.
“Mmh,” I grunt. “You’re gonna make me come.”
And fuck me, he chokes as I hit the back of his throat again.
My fists dig into the floor to stop myself from fucking his throat until it’s filled with my cum.
Grabbing the lube, I squeeze some on my fingers, then caress his rim before sinking one inside. I slam my eyes shut as his moan sends a ripple of heat up my cock. After I allow him a few breaths to adjust, I gently flick my finger back and forth.
His dick leaks against my stomach as I add a second digit and curve up.
He hisses when I can’t hold back from running my tongue across the stretch of skin spread open as I stretch him.
He slips his hand between us to fist his dick.
He warbles something that sounds like “Fuck me” around my cock.
I keep going, opening him with my tongue and fingers as his fist drums against my stomach while he jerks his cock.
Needing inside him before he blows, I spit on his hole and finger it inside him before grabbing a condom and ripping it open with my teeth. When I reach down to roll it on, he takes over with his mouth.
A third wave of pleasure hits, shooting from my scalp down to my toes. “Ngh…stop,” I warn.
He listens this time, using his hands instead. I push up to my knees and slather the condom with lube.
A warm breath blows over my crease. “Can I taste you?” he asks.
I look at his flushed lips waiting at my entrance and nod.
I squeeze the base of my dick as he licks a warm, wet stripe across my rim.
Christ, that tongue.
My head falls back as he rubs his lips back and forth, the friction and the heat ripping a curse from my chest.
And those fucking sounds he’s making…
“Baby,” I rasp.
He stiffens and then his fingers dig into my thighs—the only warning before his tongue is pushing in, swirling around, stretching me.
My fist tightens around my base as the pressure builds between my thighs.
“Wait.” I thrust my hips forward, separating from his tongue. I take a steadying breath before I turn around and cover him with my body. He falls onto his back as I slot between his legs.
His pupils are blown.
Teasing my head across his rim, I lean down and kiss his lips.
“Fuck me,” he begs, writhing underneath me.
