Page 99 of Score on You

But that’s mostly due to the chaotic mush that is my brain right now.

I circle one arm around his middle, gripping on for a sense of stability. My other palm rests on his shoulder. In return, Ridge cups my jaw. I tilt into the caress and he smiles down at me. His thumb smooths along the heat flaring in my cheek. The touch is tender and reverent, as if I’m precious. This man makes me feel that way in this moment and every other we’ve spent together.

Our eyes remain fastened as he enters me. Just his tip slips in at first. There’s pressure, but it’s like when he fingers me or uses a vibrating toy. His pace is careful and patient. When he sinks a bit deeper, that thick presence doubles. I part my mouth on a silent gasp. My core clenches, struggling to accept him.

“Relax for me, sweetness.”

I nod while blowing out a long breath. The strain in my middle decreases to accommodate him. Between that and myarousal, he’s able to slide in a little more. The familiar sensations become a dull sting when his girth forces me to stretch wider. I don’t move, not wanting to interfere. His wild gaze searches mine. Whatever he sees halts his forward motion. The pause allows me to adjust. After several beats, the slight discomfort fades.

“There we go,” he rasps.

His solid force retreats but immediately glides in again. From there, a shallow in and out starts. He doesn’t go beyond his previous stopping point. The push and pull is rhythmic, lulling me into false complacency. Waves of pleasure roll through me, but it’s too soon to be content.

The arm holding Ridge’s weight off me trembles. That guides my concentration to the rigid flex throughout his entire form. He’s restraining himself. There’s so much more he wants from this.

“Give me all of you,” I whisper against his lips.

He shakes his head. “Tell me to come.”

“You can just do that? On command?”

“If you demand it. Besides, I’m wound tighter than tape on a hockey stick.”

I analyze the comparison, but my attention strays when he gives another pump. “Come for me.” A term of endearment appears in my mind and I add, “My future husband.”

That’s the trigger he needed. He shudders, a groan spilling from his lips. The tension seems to escape him as well. There’s a noticeable increase in wetness where we’re joined.

We rest at that breaking point for a minute. His labored breaths paint my mouth in pleasure. I sip at the passion he releases, eager for more.

Ridge pulls out and sits back on his heels, focused on what I can only assume is a mess between my thighs. “Fuck, sweetness. Look at you drenched in me.”

I squirm under his intimate scrutiny. “Why did you leave me? Don’t stop.”

“Let me play for a second. I don’t want you to lose any.” His fingers are there, gently probing.

A whine escapes my parched throat when I feel him slide inside of me. I realize he’s pushing his semen back into me. It’s totally on-brand for him. My face heats at the realization that I love his obsessive side. More than I should admit.

Ridge slathers the combination of our essence on his length, which is still very erect. If I hadn’t witnessed the evidence of his climax, I’d be likely to believe he hadn’t finished. Those thoughts flee as he reclaims his previous position over me.

His dick nudges my opening. “This might hurt, but just try to relax. Let me take care of you. I’ll make sure this is good for you once the worst is done.”

My eyes widen. “What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Make you mine.”

Before I can fully process the words, Ridge drives himself into me. Pain pinches from where he breaks through my virginity. The burn blazes and spreads, but I ignore the sharp twinge. That was the final barrier between us.

He slams forward until his shaft is buried inside of me. There’s nowhere left to go. The thick length breeches depths that were previously untried. I’m full of him. Stretched and claimed and no longer innocent.I love the upgrade.

His breathing is harsh as he dips to press our foreheads together. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “This is already more special than I expected. Better in every conceivable sense.”

“How do you feel?”

“Complete,” I sigh.

A rumble rolls through him. “Yeah, sweetness. You took a broken man and made him whole.”

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