Page 108 of Scoring the Player
Vampire.
“You’re not too sore?”
Turning, he tugs on the waistband of his briefs, pulls it down, and kicks the material away. “Get to work, Jones.”
He shivers as the backs of my fingers sweep the hollow of his spine down to the swell of his ass, to his sculpted thigh dusted with hair.
Yeah, I’m gonna be late.
Lifting his thigh, I drizzle some lube on my fingers and then massage his rim.
He sucks in a breath as my finger slowly presses in.
I’m leaking by the time he’s open, and I’m sheathing myself with a condom.
“You ready?” I ask, lining up against his rim.
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
I grunt as I push inch by inch through his tight ring of muscle, watching my dick disappear inside him and listening to his muffled moan under the pillow.
I throw the comforter over us, so we’re cocooned in darkness, and lift his pillow slightly to reach his ear. My voice still scratchy from sleep, I whisper, “I wish this ass were mine.”
He shivers as I pull out to the tip and glide back in.
“Wish I could sink into it every morning…” My hand threads through his death grip on the sheet. “Wake you up with my tongue…” I nip the back of his neck as he pants into the mattress. “It’s so good, Blue.” I snap my hips. “Fuck, I wanna go slow, but I gotta go to work?—”
“No,” he begs, hooking his arm behind me, clutching my ass and grinding on my dick.
“I know, baby.” I kiss his cheek. “I wanna stay inside you all day.”
I angle to reach deeper and soak up his deep grunts on every drive.
I nip his ear. “Mmm. I can’t wait to come inside you for the first time.”
“Ungh, fuck, ’m close,” he rasps, even though neither of us has touched his dick.
“Fuck. You want to be bred? You want to wake up on my dick every morning?”
“Salem,” he whimpers.
“Moaning in our bed while I fuck you until you pass back out?”
His body tenses.
“And I empty all of my cum into this tight”—I spit on my fingers and then massage his nipples—“hole that’s all mine? You want that, don’t you?”
“Fuuck.” His teeth sink into the side of my palm, and he clenches down so hard on my dick my balls draw up and I erupt as he shudders through his release. My hand flies to his dick to finish him off as I rock inside him with shallow thrusts, chasing his full-body shivers and his quiet moans.
He groans when I eventually pull out and fall to my back to catch my breath, peeling back the comforter to breathe.
I grin when, after a few minutes of us both panting, he mumbles, “Well done,” under the pillow.
He trembles when I part his cheeks and lean in to inspect his rim for any tears.
“I’ll be back.”
I disappear into the bathroom, lose the condom, and return with a warm cloth.
