Page 116 of Scoring the Player
My back arches as the next slap lands, sending a deep thrum through every nerve and spreading a molten cocktail of heat that seeps deep into my muscles and bones.
“Ungh…again,” I beg.
“No,” he growls as his finger sinks into my hole and his teeth clamp down on my right shoulder until my eyes burn and flood.
“Fuuck,” I moan as he slowly finger fucks me while licking his bite mark.
Needing his piercing on my tongue, I try to rip my arm free, and this time when his palm comes down, my eyes, nose, and dick leak as a roil of pleasure floods my body.
“Mmm, Blue.” He sinks two more fingers into me and kisses my tear-stained cheek. “You’re so perfect.”
I shouldn’t throw my head back to try to headbutt him, but I do it anyway, and I’m still barely able to lift my face from the glass. My spine tingles in anticipation of another slap, but then his fingers slide out of me, and the thick head of his erection rubs against my hole.
“Remember what you just asked for.”
I break out in goose bumps at the dark warning in his voice.
He kicks my legs wider and tilts my hips slightly before a soft kiss lands in the center of my back—the only warning before my breath whooshes out from the stretch as he sinks inside me.
“You okay?” he croaks in a smoky voice once he’s fully seated. I manage a nod, though I’m biting my lip so hard I taste blood.
“Wrong answer.” He pulls back, then slams into me, hard.
“Salem!” scrapes from my throat as I dissolve into warm nothingness.
The slap of flesh rings in my ears as he bucks into me.
Eyes too wet to see, I wire them shut and hear my distant begging…grunting…cursing somewhere outside the silver static moving through me like helium.
If this is punishment, I’ll be wicked forever.
I hear his dark chuckle, though I didn’t speak.
He’s so hard…and hot…and big. Every stroke…more static…
“Salem,” I slur, part worship, part plea.
“Hm, baby?”
I open my mouth, but only a guttural sound comes out as he shifts and the curve of his dick reaches deeper.
“Come here.”
His tongue tunnels into my mouth, his tight suck, tight palm, tight stretch from his cock…Oh fuuuuck. Lightning shoots down my spine.
“Imagine—hnn—someone walking by… seeing your fat cock leaking all over my hands,” he grits out, licking into my ear. “Hearing how fucking good you scream for me.”
My full-body convulsion pulls a moan from him, makes his hips stutter, and when his fingers sweep down and scrape my balls, I blow with a brutal force.
“Let go.” He kisses his bite mark while stroking my prostate. “I’ve got you.”
I haven’t felt my feet on the floor since he entered me.
I shiver in his hold as he rocks into me slowly. Setting my arm free, he wraps both of his arms around my chest.
His panting breath against my ear trembles as he stills, palm flattening over mine on the glass, holding me tight against his chest.
I kiss him sloppily through his release, each of his sighs and moans stealing my breath.
