Page 122 of Scoring Lessons

Now that I knew what her lips tasted like, I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to stop kissing and savoring her. I wanted nothing more than to get lost in her plush lips, to kiss her until neither of us could breathe anymore.

“If I touch your cunt, am I going to find it wet, Livvie girl?”

Her answer was only a low whimper.

I reached between us and ran two of my digits between her lips. “That’s what I thought. Fucking soaked.” My smile was lazy against her lips.

She ground against my fingers, seeking friction.

“This is what’s going to happen.” I brushed my fingers through her center once more then used her arousal to coat her nipples. “I’m going to play with these perfect, needy tits.” I gave her a quick kiss, followed by a nip of her bottom lip. “But you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Only I get to decide. Do you understand, pretty girl?”

She stared at me through hooded eyes. Her cheeks turned red, and her breathing was choppy. “How am I supposed to control that?”

I hummed as I played with her tits lazily—brushing my fingertips up and down her nipples, grabbing a fistful and squeezing gently. She immediately started to grind herself against my strained cock.

“Because you know I’ll reward you if you listen,” I murmured against her lips then ran my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her sternum, until I arrived at her breasts. I gathered some saliva in my mouth and spat, letting the spit drip off her nipples before I started lapping at one—running my tongue in circles, side to side, while I pinched the other and pulled it slightly.

The more I played with them, the wetter she became.

She arched her back when I tugged on one of them with my mouth and sucked, letting the slurping sounds and our ragged breaths fill the room. “Wesley, please,” she breathed out. “I’m so close.”

“I know you are.” Another slight suck. “You’re making a mess all over my lap.” Another pinch and pull. “Such a horny little thing.” I grazed my teeth against one of them. “You’re dying for some relief, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t manage a reply, because I continued to tease her with my mouth, my fingers. Her nipples turned red, and her wetness was sticky on her thighs, coating more of my lap. But even then, I refused to stop.

“I—I can’t anymore.”

I’d barely pinched her nipples, and her legs tensed around me.

“Don’t you dare come.” My words were rough against the valley of her breasts.

“I’m trying,” she cried out.

“And you’re doing so good for me, baby.” I lifted her slightly and shoved my boxers down the best I could. “We’re almost there. You’ll get to come soon,” I whispered against her lips before searing them in a deep kiss.

Her slick pussy rested against my cock and coated me with her wetness. I lifted her once again and sank my full length inside her in one slow motion. She was so wet and ready for more, she took all of me easily.

She gasped at the sudden fullness. Her fingernails sank into the skin of my back. The pain was fucking delicious; I wanted more of it.

I found a fistful of her hair and wrapped my fingers around it. My lips brushed hers ever so slightly as I whispered, “Ride my cock and take what you need.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her movements turned desperate, like she was eager to chase her orgasm. I pulled her hair, forcing her to arch her back so her tits were right in front of my face. I lapped at them as she continued to ride me.

“I-I’m close,” she moaned, her voice breathless, gripping my hair as she continued to glide my length in and out of her at a steady but fast pace.

“Fuck,” I groaned. She was slick and tight, and I couldn’t even lie—I was close, too.

She cried out my name, and her forehead met mine as her legs quivered through her climax. She was breathtakingly beautiful. There was nothing better than seeing Olivia unravel before me. Pouty lips. Long, disheveled, shiny, black hair. A mesmerizing pair of blue-gray eyes stared at me in one of her most intimate moments.

The sight of her, and the way her pussy gripped me like a vise, was enough to make my feet curl and my lower back tingle as my vision blurred, and my own orgasm hit me out of nowhere.

She relaxed her body and rested her head on my chest, her breath ragged. I pet her hair as I tried to calm my own breathing.

“You’re bossy.”

I chuckled and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

She narrowed her eyes. “And yet, you look so innocent.”