Her mind was still flashing between dark and light. Her concentration was gone. Every nerve was raw, exposed to him, stimulated beyond her comprehension. Shyla didn’t even realize he’d put her on her back again until he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Oh God,” she said, drawing her knees up as she sank her fingers into his hair. “Phoenix.”
His order not to touch was completely forgotten. In her defense, his mouth reduced her whole existence to that place between her thighs. Nothing in the world could distract her from his talent.
Panting, aching with a profound craving to stay in that place forever, feeling that way forever, she moaned and clenched hard as an intense, almost violent orgasm ripped through her.
That orgasm didn’t come and go, he continued to pleasure her from a different angle, faster than before, showering her with short, fierce aftershocks. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Shyla didn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe.
When he pushed his tongue into her, another powerful orgasm slammed her. It hit with such unexpected force that she couldn’t figure out how to process it. Many emotions rattled through her from so many different places. She couldn’t focus on one thought, couldn’t focus, couldn’t breathe.
In no rush, Score’s mouth drifted up her body again, dipping into her navel and circling each of her nipples as he passed. Her arms were loose on either side of her. While his mouth played and sampled her neck, she got herself together. Not all the way, but enough that she could run her hands into his hair again.
“Phoenix,” she said, accepting his kiss when he gave it to her.
No doubt he was trying to silence her. His concentration was obviously important if he was determined to keep her mute.
“Relax,” he said, resting one hand on her breast while the other braced his weight. “Take your time.”
Take her time? Shyla hadn’t done anything except experience what he gave her. “Phoenix,” she said, leaving a pause because she half expected him to silence her. When he didn’t, she panicked for a second having not decided how to articulate what she wanted to say. “I want to do something for you.”
“Tonight’s about you.”
With a hand on his cheek, she smiled up at him. Their only illumination was light pollution from the city. They could see each other, but the mood was still intimate.
“I’m not going to be one of those girlfriends who’s all take, take, take.”
“No, you’re going to be one of those girlfriends who does what she’s told. You forget who you’re dealing with? I’m not the selfless type. Tonight we take our time to maximize your pleasure and minimize your pain. Getting you through it isn’t enough. You have to love sex, to want it, to not be afraid of it.”
Her touch slithered down to his pec. “You’re doing a good job so far.”
He dipped to kiss her. “I know.” Always confident, and with reason to be, Score didn’t need to be reassured about his ability. “It won’t always be like this. It won’t always be about you. When I need you, when I want you, I’ll take you any damn way I want. You won’t always see it coming and it won’t always be slow.”
A new kind of excitement bubbled around, deep in her gut. “Tell me,” she whispered.
One corner of his mouth rose just a tiny fraction before dropping again. She liked it when he talked; it got her off. Both of them knew it. That almost smile betrayed that she’d pleased him.
He kissed her again, and held his lips just a millimeter from hers. “My lily-white little virgin is gonna get a crash course in red-hot, raw, animal sex. You’re gonna learn to fuck, to be fucked hard and quick. You’re gonna take it anyway I want to give it. I won’t be gentle. I won’t be slow. You get me hard and I will use you to satisfy myself any fucking way I want. You strut around, turn me on, expect to be bent over and screwed.
“It’ll be your fault if you make me want you. I’ll punish you for flaunting yourself around me. Your pussy’s gonna get so used to being filled by my cock, she’ll be empty without it. You’ll be empty. You’ll want it. You’re gonna be addicted to it. You’ll wanna ride me hard day and night; you’ll be desperate to please me, desperate for scraps, desperate for my attention. You’ll get that sweet pussy ready for my dick. Always. Whatever I want, you’ll give; I’ll make you give it to me. You will do anything I tell you, everything because you’re a slave to my cock, a slave to what I want. My cock will be your master, and whatever it takes, you will give all of yourself to it. Do you understand?”
Her mouth wasn’t working, nothing worked except the intimate space he’d already tormented. “Phoenix,” she whispered, trying to pull his body across hers.
Without a word, he changed his angle and pushed her legs further apart. Shyla wasn’t nervous, she wasn’t scared, not when her fierce and determined master was in control. He guided himself close to her. The pressure of his dick against her opened her mouth like before; she wanted to breathe, wanted to feel him. If he thought he was hurting her, he might stop, so she set her expression when he pushed deeper.
The pain was more like a burning, like tissues that hadn’t been touched before were suddenly getting too much attention. He pulled back and she breathed out, then he pushed on again. It took time, too much time probably. Without a frame of
