Page 139 of The Score

"Just look at you," I say. "So willing. So easy to make you come. I'd just have to tease your clit and I'd have you shattering."

A noise comes out from deep in her. I clench my jaw.

I release my cock and slow down my thrusts. Only so I can use two fingers to make long passes between her labia.

"I could slap your pussy and you'd take it, wouldn't you?"

She moans for an answer. I press on her clit, but I'm not getting the room I need, with her leg flattened against the mattress like that.

I release her. This time, I push her knees up.

"Hold them," I say.

I ground myself on the floor again. Her moves are slow, but she does as told.

"That's right." I pat her pussy as if congratulating her. "I knew you would follow instructions so well. Let's see what this cunt can do."

"Such a dirty mouth." The words come out strained.

The slaps come a bit harder. "I can say worse, if it's going to get you dripping all over my cock."

"That— depends." She reaches between her legs with one hand, and down to the point where we connect. "What else can you do to me with this?"

"Oh, Pen." I fuck her and her hand together. "I'm wise enough to know it's not so much about what I can do with it…"

I change the angle, searching for the right spot inside her. The hiccup in her breathing tells me when I've found it.

"... it's what I can do to your clit," I add. "All of it."

I make passes of my thumb on the swollen head, while keeping the angle rubbing her from within.

Her sounds become more hectic.

"And I've learned…" I open her labia with one hand. With the other, I tap on her clit. "There's plenty we can do here."

"Because you're a good student? So fucking service oriented?"

I watch her. She watches me back. Her eyes are half closed, but a wrinkle appears between her brows.

Her lips part. "Fuck, don't answer. I don't want to think of who taught you all of this."

"Why? Jealous?" I breathe.

She doesn't say anything.

I tap her clit harder. "Tell me you're jealous."

"I shouldn't be."

"Wrong answer." I stop moving.

"Don't stop!"

"Then tell me you're jealous." I play with her again. "And I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Why… why do you…"

"Why do you think?" I slap her clit.