Page 116 of Scoring Lessons

We both let out a low moan when his throbbing cock rested against my center.

He grabbed the base, moving up and down against my sleek pussy, coating himself with my arousal. The sensations were already too much, yet not enough.

“Wesley, please,” I begged weakly as I dropped a few kisses on his chest, his neck.

His hand met the nape of my neck, and he forced me to look at him. He continued to torture me with the feel of his cock against my outer lips. Teasing me slowly, carefully—like he had all the time in the world. “You drive me fucking crazy, did you know that?”

I whimpered, not letting a word out.

“That desperation you feel?” His words were rough. His movements didn’t stop. They were just as slow and torturous. “That overwhelming sensation running through your body because you want my cock inside of you?” He tightened his hold on me, his eyes never wavering. “The frustration? The want?” The tip of his cock met my entrance, but then he slipped out quickly.

I let out a frustrated groan when my pussy clenched around nothing.

“Now you understand exactly how I feel.” He heaved a breath. “How badly I’ve wanted you. How desperate I’ve been wanting to know what your lips”—he licked my bottom lip then nipped it slowly—“taste like.”

It was frustrating—that much he was right about. And God, even now, I hated how right he was.

He continued to tease me to no end. His fingertips played with the barbells of my nipple piercings as he pushed in an inch, then out, at an agonizing pace. It was humanly impossible the way he was so restrained. How unhurried his movements were. “And then today, I see you flirting with that guy?”

“I. Wasn’t. Flirting.” I choked out the words. I was too pent-up to say anything coherent.

He moved a few of my sweaty strands of hair off my forehead with a low hum as he gave me another inch. My pussy tightened around it, and I couldn’t help but let out a small cry. “Then why were you talking to him?” he murmured against my mouth. Another inch. “You wanted to see me lose my mind?” He gave me another inch, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. “You wanted to see if I would get jealous?” His big, calloused hands wrapped around my waist as he gave me yet another inch. “You got it, Livvie girl. This is me, losing my goddamn mind,” he growled as he bottomed out in one languid stroke, leaving me breathless.

I gripped the edge of the counter as I tried to gather my bearings. He was long and thick, and I felt impossibly full. Yet, it had been exactly what I wanted.

“Wesley.” His name came out as a plea, half-moan, half-frustration.

His strokes were one fluid motion. Still too slow for my liking. “Is this what you want?” His hand wrapped around my neck, and I moaned at the rough feel of his fingertips. I arched my back when his cock hit that spot deep inside me, and he took the opportunity to wrap his mouth around my stiff, round nipple. His sucks were as unhurried as his thrusts, like he was enjoying seeing me squirm beneath him and plead for more.

“You’ve proven your point,” I managed to say as I tried my best to meet his thrusts. I was on the brink of losing the little sanity I had left.

“I don’t think I have,” were the last words before he lifted me off the counter with a firm grip on my ass and started pounding into me.

He was rough and every bit relentless. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I didn’t want to. He continued to lift me up and down with far too much ease, bottoming out over and over. The sounds of our moans and our slick skin meeting each other’s thrust after hard thrust were the only things filling the room. His fingers found my clit, and he brushed them back and forth, then in firm, quick circles.

My spine stiffened, then my feet curled. “I’m close,” I choked out.

He slowed down as soon as I said the words out loud.

I let out a frustrated growl, my nails scraping his back as I held onto him. “Wesley.”

His smirk was smug against my lips. “You think you’ve earned an orgasm?” He clicked his tongue. “I don’t think so, baby.”

What the hell was happening right now?

Who was this man?

And why did I love it so much?

“Please,” I whispered. “I want to come.”

He brushed my clit in lazy circles as he barely slid in and out of me. His lips found my collarbone, and he sucked the sensitive flesh long enough that he’d probably left a mark. “Admit it, then.” His lips found my ear, and he nipped it softly. “Admit that no one else can make you feel like I do,” he rasped then dropped a featherlight kiss on my neck. I shivered. “That no one can make this pretty cunt as wet as I can.” He pressed his fingers against my clit, and I moaned. “Admit that I’m the only one, Olivia.” His voice was a bit rougher as his eyes found mine.

“It’s true.” My words scraped my throat raw. “So do it.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling it softly. “Make me feel the way only you know how.”

That’s all it took for him to drop my legs to the ground, turn me around, pin me against the wall, and push his full size inside of me in one single breath.

A deep, guttural groan left his lips, and whatever restraint he had left was replaced by thrust after animalistic thrust. My back met his muscled chest as my hands rested against the wall, holding on for dear life.