Page 91 of Scoring Lessons

My fingers continued to move at a controlled pace, my thumb brushing her nub in circles.

“I wish I could be on my knees right now, tasting this pretty cunt. I’m dying to, Olivia. You have no idea.” I let out a groan when her pussy clenched at my words. “Next time, I’ll get my fill. Until you’re screaming my name as I drink every fucking ounce of you.” I nipped her earlobe, and she shivered. “And that’s a promise.”

Her moans were quicker but still just as quiet. Another flash went off.

“I’m close,” she whimpered.

That was all she needed to say for me to pick up the pace and touch that spot deep inside her that was going to send her over the edge in no time.

“Make a good mess of my hand, Livvie girl,” I murmured against her neck before I left another mark. “I want to lick my fingers clean and be able to taste you when we’re done.”

Moments before the last picture would be taken, I shoved my fingers knuckles deep and rubbed her G-spot as I pressed her clit and moved my thumb in tight, controlled circles. Her orgasm detonated as the flash went off, giving us a permanent reminder of how unbelievably beautiful she looked when she unraveled. A permanent memory of how I got to make her feel.

Her moans were barely a whisper of my name, over and over. I slowed my movements, trying to prolong her climax as long as possible. A low moan escaped my lips, and my forehead met hers, our lips so close to each other, we might as well have kissed. My spine stiffened when she gripped the nape of my neck to keep us as close as possible as another orgasm took over her.

The distinct smell of sex mixed with her sweet scent plus the look of pure bliss on her face were enough to make my vision blur as I felt a rush traveling up my cock.

Shit. I was about to come. It was too late to stop it.

“Fuck, Olivia. Fuck,” I moaned as hot sticky cum spilled into my boxers.

When we both came down from our highs, our ragged breaths turned in sync, our foreheads still leaning against each other.

“That was…” she breathed out.

“Yeah,” I croaked then stared at my pants. “And I just embarrassed myself.”

She raised her eyebrows in shock when her eyes landed on the wet spot on my jeans. “Did it really turn you on that much?” she asked with a confused look all over her face, like the thought in itself was unbelievable.

My chuckle was low. “I don’t think you understand how perfect you look when you come, Olivia. It’s a sight I’ve never seen before.”

Her freckled cheeks popped with a crimson color, but she cleared her throat and avoided my gaze. “I think I have some wipes in my purse we can use to clean your hands.”

When she tried to reach for them, I stopped her then stared at her dead in the eyes as I brought all three fingers to my mouth and licked them clean.

I let my fingers go with a low pop. “I told you I wanted to be able to taste you.” I swallowed. “You know I’m not the type to waste a drop,” I said casually, not letting her forget the last time we did a lesson like this.

She let out a long exhale. “Shit.”

“So, how did I do?”

“Stop trying to inflate your ego.” She shot me a pointed glare that was supposed to be intimidating, but I only found it exceptionally charming because her cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm. “You know you did well.”

“I’m not trying to inflate anything.”

“Please.” She grabbed the pictures from the box where they automatically dropped once the photo booth finished processing them. “Stop lying.”

I raised my hands in defeat with a low rumble of laughter. “Fine. Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?”

She rolled her eyes as she fought off a smile the best she could.

“But, Olivia,”—I pinned my eyes on her—“I also want to make sure you’re having fun.” My tone turned serious. “That will always be my priority.”

Her lips turned up in a small smile as she handed me some of the pictures. Whatever she was thinking, it was clear she didn’t want me to be privy to it. “Make sure those pictures are safe. We don’t want anyone to see them.”

Her words were like a bucket of cold water I wasn’t expecting. It was like she was trying to draw the line and remind me why this was being kept a secret, and why we needed to stay within the guidelines we’d set.

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