Page 62 of Scoring Zone
He finds my prostate and issues a command. “Come all over me, and I’ll fuck you the way you’re craving.”
Jets of my cum land on his balls, dick, and lower stomach.
“Yes,” I rasp, spreading my release over his cock. I position myself over him and sink down, making us both groan.
He pulls me down for a frantic kiss. “I won’t last, but in my dream, I fucked you so good you came again.”
I need to see his cock disappear into me, so I lean back on his shins. The visual is nearly enough to make me come again.
“How did I live without this?” he asks in awe. We’ve synced our thrusts so he can fuck up into me without throwing me off-balance. “You feel incredible.”
“Your dick was made to fuck me. I’m all in as long as you’re in.” Sweat drips down my temple, and I dream of the life we could have together if he wasn’t famous.
He shivers. “So sensitive.”
“Too much?” I ask.
“Too much…not enough… It’s melting my brain.”
“No literal melting.” I trail my middle finger along his chest. “We need to do this over and over.” I wave my hands in the air and, to show my devotion, yell, “Amen.”
“Sunshine,” he whispers, and his mouth meets mine.
I flatten myself on top of him, and the full-body connection is so deep it’s as if I’m melting into him.
He’s babbling, calling me his Sunshine and telling me everything he loves about my body as he empties his balls into me. The warmth of his release sends me over the edge in white-hot bliss.
He moans, the sound reverberating from his chest to mine. “How?” he asks, with eyes wide as pools.
I bury my head in his neck. “You filling my ass really does it for me.”
“Should I be more impressed by me or you.” He kisses my sweaty hair.
“It was you. I was along for the ride.” I’m full of him and sated in a way I’ve never felt before.
“You did all the work,” he murmurs in my ear.
Chapter 27
Austin
I get lost in Grayson’s warm eyes, and I say the words in my head that I haven’t had the courage to say out loud, “I love you.” I think it again and again as we’re connecting in the most intimate way.
“Dirty sex with you is a divine experience,” he says, pupils wide.
“Divine?” I choke on a laugh. The church I grew up in would not appreciate the analogy. “Back in the day, they’d have burned us at the stake.”
“Nah, we’re not witches.” He circles his hips, and his cheeks rub my balls. “We’d keep it on the down-low.”
“I’d never be able to keep you a secret,” I confess.
“We can fight about this or sleep.” He yawns. “Some of us didn’t nap.”
“I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.” Before I shift him off me, he’s shaking his head.
“Stay inside me as long as possible and let me sleep covered in you.”
I pet his hair and down his back, more than happy to sleep with his cum stuck to me. It only takes a minute for his breathing to even out and a soft snore to escape his throat.
