Page 241 of Scoring the Player
Can’t be this good raw.
He quickens the pace of his thrusts.
His piercings and the reach and curve of his dick are so intense against my prostate, my nostrils burn.
“I love you,” he rasps, uncurling my fists from the sheets and peppering kisses along my tattoos. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses down my arm, and I tremble, contracting around him, eliciting a sharp moan.
He leans in and catches my lips with a soft kiss and then a deeper one.
When I suck on his tongue, his hips snap hard.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Mhm,” he rasps, fucking me fast and deep.
My moans turn hoarse, scraping out one after another.
“Let me hear you,” he grunts.
He buries his face in my neck, and a sharp pain has my teeth sinking into his shoulder.
We both groan.
His breath against my ear stutters. “Ready…fuck.” He tenses but doesn’t stop pounding into me, making me delirious. Rising, he presses our sweaty foreheads together. “Mmh,” he pants.
I moan as he catches my bottom lip and bites down.
He rubs his tongue over the bruise. “Can I come in my hole?”
“Ungh, fuck.”
“Hmm?”
“Yes,” I sputter as I clench around him.
“Fuuccck.” He stiffens, his head falling back, as a toe-curling grunt fills my ears.
He trembles like every spill of his release sends electric bolts through his body.
“Don’t stop,” I beg when his thrusts turn shallow.
His hand reaches down and massages the stretched skin of my rim as his dick tunnels in and out. My fingers dig into his back, the sensation too much.
“Thought you wanted inside me.”
I groan. The need to come mixed with the mind-bending dick down keeps me peeled to the bed. “I c-can’t,” I choke out.
“You want to?” he asks, peppering a kiss on the side of my lips.
“Yes.”So fucking bad.
“I got you.”
My heart races as he pulls out of me and then reaches for the lube.
Pushing my legs together, he straddles me.
Before he can pour the lube into his hands, I stop him. “Come here.” I tap behind his thighs, and he shuffles up.
