Page 144 of Scoring Lessons

WESLEY

ALL MINE TO WORSHIP AND TO LOVE.

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, Daisy sprinted to the couch and curled herself in a ball on top of my pillow and blanket.

“Why do you have a whole setup on the couch?” Olivia asked with a frown.

I pulled the back of my neck as I debated how to answer. “Honestly?”

She stared at me expectantly.

I sighed. “I couldn’t sleep in my bed because it reminded me too much of you.” She’d been practically living in my room when we started casually dating. Everything had her scent on it, and the memories it brought were too painful to survive on my own.

Her eyes softened as she wrapped her arms around my waist. “I get it.”

I ran a thumb across her jaw and grazed my lips against hers, followed by a ghost of a smile. “I’m happy you’re here.”

She matched my grin. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” I hooked two of my fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head back and kissed her, slow and unhurried. But when her arms dropped around my shoulders and she brought me closer, I groaned against her lips and deepened the kiss. My tongue met hers, and I savored the tequila that lingered on her mouth.

I grasped her outer thighs and wrapped them around me. As I walked us to my bedroom, she started to unbutton my soaked shirt as she gave me featherlight kisses on the side of my jaw. My skin broke out in goosebumps when she ran a tongue down the column of my neck then dropped another light kiss.

We took off the rest of our clothes unhurriedly, then my knees met the mattress as I gave her another kiss—this one was deeper. Hungrier than the last. Just as intoxicating. My blood ran hot at the intensity of it.

She grasped the back of my neck and brought me closer until it was only skin against skin. My cock rested against her entrance, and she ground against it, followed by a small moan that made a shiver run down my spine.

“You’re so breathtakingly beautiful,” I murmured as I dropped kisses on her cheek, her jaw, the valley of her breasts. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” My words were barely above a whisper, like saying them too loud might break something.

She gripped my cheeks between her fingers and brought me in for another kiss, then she murmured against my mouth, “I am. So fuck me like I’m yours.”

I let out a shaky breath at her words. Her hand ran down until she squeezed my bicep in reassurance.

I centered the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed all the way home. We both gasped at the sudden overwhelming sensations. Then I grasped her hips and started to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate.

“You were made for me, Livvie.” Thrust. “My perfect girl.” Thrust. “All mine to worship and to love.” Thrust.

I gripped the side of her neck and rested my forehead against hers as I continued to drive in leisurely. Her hands caressed the hard muscles of my back, my arms. We moved in sync, and there was something so magical about it. Like our souls were intertwining with every move, every touch.

Without missing a beat, I turned us around and continued thrusting into her as I ran my hands down the side of her breasts, the dip of her curves, her thighs. She placed both of her hands on my chest and continued riding me, taking every inch of what she wanted.

She arched her back with a low moan. “I feel so full,” she whimpered. “So good.”

“Take what you need, baby.” I squeezed her hips. “Own it. Keep it. It’s yours, Livvie.”

I moaned when she started to bounce on it at a faster pace, her arousal coating the base of my shaft, making our skin shine with her delicious, sweet wetness. “That’s it, pretty girl.” My hands moved to her ass cheeks, and I met her thrust after thrust. “Take your cock and make yourself feel good.”

“All mine,” she moaned against my lips. “You’re all mine, Wesley.”

“All yours,” I growled against her mouth.

When she picked up the pace, I reached between us and brushed her clit with my thumb at the same tempo. She continued to ride me, her pretty, tight cunt slapping against the bottom of my dick over, and over.

Her climax hit her out of nowhere, and her legs quivered, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and continued thrusting into her as she rode the wave, and not long after, I chased my own release. It was blinding, and intense, and I spilled every ounce of my seed into her. And there was nothing better than this. Pure bliss with the woman who seeped into my very soul.

“I love you,” I mumbled shakily against her ear repeatedly. She’d said it just as many times back, her voice filled with thick emotion.

She sagged on top of me, completely spent. When we managed to catch our breaths and I tried to move her, she stopped me.