Page 242 of Scoring the Player

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Lowering to my tongue, he hisses as I lick, suck, and tongue inside him to work him open. I suck on his balls as my fingers sink into him.

The push of his walls against my fingers sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I finger him until I can’t hold back the need rattling my body.

I groan from soreness as I shift down.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Gonna feel you for a while.”

“Mm,” he murmurs as though that pleases him.

I get to my knees and line up behind him.

I rub my palm down his spine. “I’ll go slow.”

I take my time fingering him open some more before I start pushing in.

The tightness sucks me in. Pins and needles spread under my scalp, and white dots stack behind my eyelids.

Hereleasesa throaty moan.

“Fuccccck, baby,” I groan. “I’m sorry. This is gonna be quick.”

“Quick is good,” he rasps. “Damn, you’re thick.”

I push in further until I’m bottoming out.

I rub his lower back as he winces. “I’m in.”

I clamp down harder on my lip as I rock my hips and tunnel inside of the tightest hole I’ve ever been in.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he pants.

On every drive, I feel his deep grunts in the tremble of my thighs.

I push forward, collapsing on top of him and, digging my fists into the bed, I raise my hips and plunge down.

“Blue,” he moans.

I bend my elbows to lower and kiss the patch of skin next to his nose ring, then along his cheekbone, and over his stubble.“I love being inside of you.”

“Ngh,” he rasps.

I sink my weight down until there’s no space between us and grind into him.

“Shit,” I slur as I look down at my dick sinking inside him, and his tight heat seizes me.

I hear my cry echoing through the room as the first wave hurtles to the surface.

The world reduces to the squeeze of his warm flesh, milking my cum.

Buzzes and shivers roll in, breaking the rhythm of my hips.

Salem

“Okay?” I hear Blue asking, though I can’t answer.

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