Page 65 of Scoreless Nights

She opened her eyes and looked down at me then increased her speed, going harder, pushing herself to the edge.

“Have you touched yourself while thinking of me?” I asked her again.

This time with her eyes locked on mine, she nodded. “All the time.”

“And next week when you’re alone in your bedroom, and our parents are downstairs having a happy little time, are you gonna touch yourself thinking about riding my cock? Are you dirty enough to do that, knowing how much trouble we would be in?”

“I don’t think it’ll matter where I’m at. I’m always going to think about being with you like this.”

She was so bold and sexy that I could no longer hold off. Spilling into her, I moaned and grunted, my chest was pounding and my legs shaking. Squeezing her hips, I warned her, “You better come, baby. Because I’m done for when it comes to you.”

“Not yet,” she moaned, before lifting off of my cock and letting my cum slide down her leg and onto my stomach. She took her fingers inside of herself, pulling more cum from her pussy and rubbing it on her clit.

She came with her own hand, having a hard time keeping her knees locked and rubbing her wet pussy all over my stomach. I was already getting hard again, which never happened before, but there was just something about Lily.

I never wanted to stop.

All I could comprehend was need and desire for her.

She thought we were through, and I may have been a mess, but I leaned up and got on my feet. Carrying her in my arms toward the balcony doors, I set her on her feet and turned her around. Putting her hands high on the glass, I pulled her ass out toward me and I sunk back into her core. Her pussy clamped down around me and I moved quickly, too afraid that taking my time would make the intense feelings fade.

“I can’t believe what you do to me,” I grunted with each push, tears were streaming on her face but she didn’t want me to stop, everything was just so intense.

“You knew what touching yourself did to me, didn’t you?” I pressed her tits tight against the glass and pushed up into her again and again.

“You’ve taught me well,” she cried.

“Wouldn’t it be something if everyone could see us up here? If we weren’t facing the ocean, but instead facing the balcony on the other building. They would see us like this. Miss Glenda, in the other building, knows my dad. Could you imagine the look on her face when she saw his two kids fucking each other?”

“It’s not like that,” she cried out.

“Maybe we need to show everyone what you and I have always known.”

I was speechless as I started coming again, and I felt her squeezing me as her legs shook with her own orgasm. The sensation was more than I could fathom. Nothing had ever felt that good, nor had anything meant as much to me. Nothing was certain anymore, I didn’t even know who I was.

Once her pussy was full, I pulled out of her and cum started running down her legs again. She kept her face pressed against the cold glass, her chest heaving, and her ass still pushed out.

“You’ve never looked so beautiful. If you could see yourself like this, it would be your next drawing. Something you’d never want to forget.”

“What about a tattoo?”

“I’d put your wet pussy on my skin without question. But ink could never replace the real thing.”

ChapterThirty-Three

Lily

After a quiet bath, we climbed into his bed together and made love. It was so quiet and subdued, barely speaking to each other, and without the intensity of before. But still so much more than anything I ever imagined.

We gravitated into each other’s arms, needing more of each other without having to ask. Our chaste kiss had immediately intensified, and Cruz gently slid inside of me. When we both came, there was barely any noise, just soft moans and grunts as we climaxed together.

The next morning, Cruz was gone before I woke up. I had either been sleeping really hard, or he was extra quiet. My late interview meant I got to sleep later, and I was thankful he recognized that.

My phone started to ring with Angel’s ringtone and I smiled as I leaned over and grabbed it. It was a FaceTime, and without even thinking of where I was, I answered.

“Oh,” Angel laughed. “Did you sleep in your birthday suit?”

My eyes widened, and my brain quickly jumped out of my Cruz-induced haze. Luckily the sheet was covering my breasts, so I shrugged and acted like it wasn’t a big deal.

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