Page 42 of Scoring Zone
“I love you touching me.” There’s a war within me to let him explore my body forever and get his leaking length inside me. I grab his shoulders and topple backward so I’m under him. “You can add another finger, but I’m ready for you. Fuck me, Tinny.” My head is at the foot of the bed, but I can easily reach the condoms from this position.
It’s a feat to tear it open with slippery fingers and roll it down his length.
“I want this, please,” he pleads, and I hear the desperation tinged with fear.
Last time, I kept his mind occupied with dirty talk, and I can do it again.
“Yes, get inside me.” On his knees, he lines up his tip with my hole. This feels like the first time, and I’ll explode as soon as he enters me. My chest heaves, waiting and waiting.
“You’re so pretty like this.”
“I’m about to become a gremlin if you’re not inside me in the next breath.” My inner muscles contract in the agony of being empty.
Austin breathes out a laugh and pushes in. An asshole has more resistance than a pussy, so his eyes widen and he freezes. Ihaven’t bottomed in forever, and my inner muscles squeeze him gleefully.
“Keep going. I can take all of your big fat cock. Fill me up with all the cum you made for me.” My words ignite him, and my body sucks him deeper. I need to keep his mind on me so it can’t wander. He deserves a glorious orgasm without his mind sabotaging him.
“It’s so good. Help me.” He pushes halfway in.
He asks and I answer by gripping his shoulders and hauling myself up so I’m on his thighs, and I don’t give him a chance to object as I impale myself on him, giving my body over as a gift for both of us.
Austin makes a guttural sound, and I swallow it down, plunging my tongue into his mouth. “I’m about to move. Are you ready?” I ask, knowing the first time in an ass is as overwhelming as it is euphoric.
“No, I’m not going to last.” His big blue eyes want so badly to please me.
“Sweet Tinny. We live together. If you fill the condom, we’ll wait and do it again. Unless you try to lie to me and tell me you have to go home to feed your cat.” With my quip, his shoulders relax.
“Guess that excuse is out the window.” His hand lands on my neck, bringing me in for a kiss. Our bodies undulate together as if we’ve done this many times.
“Especially since everyone who knows you would know you’re a dog person, not a cat person.” I roll my hips, and his eyes disappear into the back of his head.
“Do that again.”
My hip circles drag my balls over him, but he gets too close to the edge, and I rise to change the angle. In this moment, I know he’s ruined me. “You fit so perfectly inside me.”
“We should have been doing this for years,” Austin pants as I pick up the pace.
“There was the little issue of your straightness.” I’m profoundly full. No one will ever compare to my Austin.
“Not anymore.” He picks me up, and in a gymnastic move, turns us so I’m on my back with my head on a pillow and he’s still inside me. “Let me fuck you like a rag doll?”
“My body is yours.” I lift my arms over my head and cross my wrists as if he’s tied them.
He growls and mounts me like a predator, plunging in and out. All the sweetness is gone. He’s confident and intent on making us come. I’m his, and he has the power to wreck me in the best and worst ways.
“So good.” With my commentary, Austin stays with me, and his darkness doesn’t steal this from us.
His face is scrunched up as if he’s holding back, and that isn’t acceptable. The point of tonight is for him to take what he needs. To show him it’s safe to explore his fantasies.
“We’re going to shift to the edge of the bed so you can fuck me with the force you’re craving.” I move too quickly, and he slips out with a furious grunt. “Note to self: plan ahead. Stand next to the bed, Tinny. What to you prefer stomach or back?” I’m his to command.
Austin stands and yanks me to him. “I have to see what I do to you.”
I bite my lip to keep from saying something ridiculously sappy. Hooking my hands under my knees, I pull them to my chest, exposing my hole to him. “Make me your rag doll.”
He roars and thrusts balls deep, causing the bed to move.
“Yes. Like that. Harder,” I pant, holding my sweaty legs with all my might.
