Page 109 of The Score We Never Settled

She shakes her head and reaches out to fist my shirt, pulling me closer before our mouths connect and ignite yet another wave of lust through my veins.

Every action and thought blur together as we mindlessly kiss each other senseless. I feel my cock deep, her tongue lashing out against mine, and a buzzing feeling that hasn’t subsided since we started but only intensifies.

Layla keeps moaning against my mouth, and the sound is euphoric and timeless, before her body begins to shake a little.

“There it is,” I urge against her lips. “Take this cock, and give it to me, Layla Jean. All of it. And you’re going to take this cum deep inside you because it’s what you were made for. For me. Andonlyme.”

That triggers her orgasm finally, and mine detonates almost at the same time. I milk her pussy and shove my cum so deep inside her she’ll never be able to force it out.

I pump through my dizziness, making sure my cock is fully done and sated before I stop to catch my breath.

Layla rests her forehead against mine, sharing oxygen and heated exhales between us, and it’s perfect.

Intoxicating.

And peaceful.

She steals a kiss from me and reels me in, sparking another wave of desire throughout my whole body, and my brain locks in for round two.

But, realistically, we need a few minutes of recovery.

“You’re perfect,” I say when she softly breaks the kiss from me. “There’s no one like you, Layla Jean.”

“Same,” she replies in an amused tone. “You’re annoying and stubborn, Briggs Kerrigan.”

“And yours,” I remind her. “Don’t forget the most important part.”

She nods and wraps her arms around me in a hug, drawing my cock deeper into her. “We staying like this?”

“If you want to. I was going to clean you up and get you something to munch on.”

“I ate already.”

“But you get hungry after sex, and we both know you’re going to need to bulk up on the energy. I remember a few years ago, you bitched at me about abuse, with not feeding you.”

“That was after like four rounds,” she retorts with a small scoff. “And you wouldn’t let me out of bed.”

“I was spendin’ our time effectively because you wanted breakfast food, and room service didn’t start until four.”

“Excuses.”

I shake my head with a chuckle. “Alright, no food.” I slide her ass off the table and lift her in my arms. “Give me a tour.” She promptly begins to unravel her legs around me, but I drag her closer. “With my cock inside you.”

She hits me with an exasperated look, but then it softens because she realizes who she’s talking to. “Are you serious?”

“Dead fuckin’ serious.”

I tow us out of the foyer to the right, stepping into a small family room. The accents are a soft green and white. The walls are a light pine color while her furniture is cream with a green plaid blanket draped over it. She has a TV over a small fireplace, and it’s homey andher.

“This is…cute.”

Layla stares at me suspiciously. “What does thatreallymean?”

“It’s just like you. I like it.”

She points behind me. “The kitchen is behind you.”

I don’t make a move for it just yet, striding toward the shelves she has bolted up and notice there are no pictures like the ones I remember her having up in her bedroom when we were kids.