Page 77 of Blocked Score

“Then get those fucking boxers off and fuck me.”

I chuckle as she bites at my lip again. She’s burning with as much desire as I am, and I fucking love it.

We’ve each been holding back for way too long. Seeing her unravel and show her feral side gets me off almost as much as fucking her is going to.

I abide by her request and step out of my boxers. I groan with relief when my cock finally springs free from its prison.

But I’m not going to abide by the second part of her request. Not yet. My dick’s going to be mad at me for holding off even longer, but before I sink inside her, there’s something I have to do.

I fall to my knees and tug her panties down her legs, tossing them to the tiled floor by my side.

If anyone else privy to the little secret entrance we used happens to have the same idea to take a Friday night swim, they’re going to be stumbling onto a memorable scene. There’s no way either of us can wrangle enough self-control to stop until we get back to our house.

When I see her pink slit, it’s a wonder my heart doesn’t stop. Breath evacuates my lungs, and my eyes go wide, latched to Scarlett with reverent appreciation.

“Baby,” I marvel. “Look at you. So soaked and so fuckinggorgeous.”

My heart hums a staccato rhythm in my chest. I hook her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me and giving me an even better view of the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. With anticipation sizzling on every nerve ending, I’m about to dive in, until a piece of fabric falls on my head.

“Whoops,” Scarlett says. She lifts the bra that she just unhooked and tosses it to the side. “You may resume.”

Our laughter bounces off the walls of the pool area, and I love that even in this charged moment when sheer arousal is vibrating through every inch of me, we can still share a laugh.

I plant my hands on Scarlett’s hips and glide the tip of my tongue up her length.

Holy shit. Just the ghost of her taste on my tongue after all this time has me seeing fucking stars.

Dragging the flat of my tongue through her slickness, I gather up more of her taste. Scarlett gasps, and the feeling of her body clenching in pleasure makes me feel drunk.

Her hips swivel into me. Her flavor bursting in my mouth awakens an old addiction, and I can’t draw it out and tease her like I may have wanted to when I first sank to my knees.

Scarlett spears her fingers in my hair as I press my tongue into her, coating it with her juices. My groans and hums of appreciation vibrate against her folds as I make a meal out of her.

I pull her firm clit between my lips, giving it suction. Her fists tighten in my hair, pulling at my scalp, and it only spurs me on. I trace the outline of her nub, making her hips swivel and her stomach roll before I slant against it.

“Fuck, Lane, about to, almost, I’m …” her words are a mishmash of blissful discombobulation.

“I know, baby,” I rasp, filling her with my finger while I continue to stroke her clit with my tongue. “Come for me.”

She falls apart around me. Her release shakes her body, and she fills the room with echoes of moans as her orgasm surges through her.

I draw myself up. Her glazed-over eyes flash when she watches me put the finger that was just inside her in my mouth and suck off her juices.

“Good to the last damn drop.”

She huffs a laugh of disbelief, dipping her head to my shoulder and pressing her lips against my skin. “You’ve only gotten better at that in the last year and a half.”

“You better get used to it. After going without your taste on my lips for nineteen months, I don’t plan on going a single day without it for a while.”

She lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me, a goading glimmer in her eyes. “Promises, promises,” she teases.

Her gaze dips down to the sliver of space between us. Her teasing demeanor morphs into astonishment as her eyelids withdraw.

“Wow.” The word drops from her lips.

My chest rumbles with a chuckle when I look down and see her eyes pointed at my cock. I don’t think it’s ever been harder, huge and bobbing in the air, adorned with swollen veins and a pearl of precum glistening at the tip.

“Impressed?” I ask smugly.

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