Page 21 of Coach Sully
Her fingers work the buttons down my chest before she pulls the shirt tails from my pants. “This is the last time.” There’s sadness in her tone. Fuck… If this is it, then I will make it worth remembering.
“Then you better get down on your knees, baby girl, because there’s no way in hell I’m walking away before I’ve seen how pretty you are with that mouth wrapped around my cock.”
She drops to the floor like the sweetheart she is, and I shove my pants and boxers down. Then she reaches for me, and I shake my head.
“Take your dress off, baby.”
As she peels her arms from the sleeves, I fist my dick and admire how gorgeous she is. The strapless black satin bra underneath makes her look like my own personal pinup model. There’s a sophistication to it, which makes the depraved act she’s about to perform even sexier. She pushes the dress over her hips, and I love that I can see how wet she is. I hook my finger around the soaked scrap of fabric. The pad of my thumb finds her hot clit, and she pulses against me. “That’s my troublemaker. Show me what a bad girl you can be.”
Her thong snaps back into place, and she drops between my legs, spreading me wider for her.
“Will you come down my throat?” she asks. Her mouth dips to my inner thigh, where she drags her pouty red lips over my skin. My jaw tics and my mind races with all the ways I can smudge her lipstick. I relax my arms over the back of the couch to watch her work. Last time we were together she asked for my cum too.
“Do you have a cum kink, Kendra?”
She smiles, bites her lip, and nods. Her fingers grip my length, but instead of wrapping her lips around me, her head tilts to the side and she sucks one of my balls into her pretty fucking mouth while she tightens her fist around my length and lazily strokes me. It’s hot as hell, but what really gets me is the way her eyes sparkle as she does it. Yeah, she’s a cum princess.
“Goddamn, Kendra.” I groan. “I’m a sucker for those gorgeous gray eyes of yours.”
I throw my head back and look at the ceiling to collect myself. When I’ve reined in the threatening orgasm, my eyes find hers again. She flicks her tongue over my sack once more before sitting up and spitting on my cock and covering it with her mouth.
My hands slide into her hair and set the pace, then I thrust deeper. She hums around me, and I smile down at her. “So beautiful…” I mumble, marveling at the sight of her. “I bet you’d look even prettier fucking your fingers while you suck me off… Do it, Kendra.”
She skates one hand down her body until it disappears under her thong.
“Now the other one…”
She releases me, and I relish the sexy way she writhes against her fingers.
“Fuck, just like that… I’m going to take your mouth, tap my leg if you need me to stop.” I sink my other hand into her curls, cupping her head on both sides while I work those lips up anddown my dick. She moans and rocks harder, and her hips snap eagerly to get more friction. My eyes bounce between watching her getting herself off to seeing her mouth take more of me. I push her down on my cock, and her throat opens up. All my muscles engage, staving off my climax. I growl through clenched teeth. I’m playing a dangerous game right now.
She bucks against her clit. “Look at me when you come.” When she glances up, her eyes well as she struggles to take the extra inches. I pull her off me and give her a quick breath, a string of saliva still connecting her mouth to my length. Then I fist her hair and force her to take me again. It’s not enough to give her a chance to relax her throat, so she gags. “Shh… you’re doing so well, baby. Make that pussy come for me, and I’ll give you a breath.”
Her body clenches and shakes, then sweet tears stream down her face when her climax erupts.
I wrench her mouth off me, pick her up, and toss her onto the couch where I was sitting so I can take her spot on the floor. Ripping her underwear from her legs, I shove my face between her thighs as she continues to come. She takes a deep breath, then exhales a cry of pleasure. Her fingertips dig into my scalp as she grinds against my face. I devour her with my tongue and practically drink. “Good, good girl,” I drawl, “giving me so much cum.”
Her legs relax, and she starts to retreat. Hell no. I suck her clit hard, and she screams, trying to kick me away as I tug on the oversensitive bundle of nerves. She breathes like she can’t get enough air.
I grip her thighs and lock her tighter against my face. She twists and shrieks before another orgasm builds. Now she welcomes the torture, pushing back against the sofa and lifting her hips. I focus on staying latched to her, trying not to smile.Her nails rake through my hair, and she scratches the back of my neck, clutching me as the second orgasm hits her.
I love how sultry her voice becomes when she’s getting off. I lift my head away and slap her clit—hard.
“Fuck, Sully!”
“Nuh-uh. You don’t call me Sully when my face is covered with you.” I slap it again. “Who am I, Kendra?”
“Daddy,” she whines.
Sitting up, I pull her onto me again, this time stuffing my length inside, feeling the steady roll of her last orgasm around my cock while she straddles me. I grasp her chin. “That’s right, baby girl.” It’s a test of my patience to remain still inside her while she throbs around my dick. Letting the involuntary movements of her pussy work me over while I lick up her neck, claiming her. She’s the one I want. I’ll do her stupid fucking show, but it will be her I take home when it’s over.
She slows. Our eyes meet, and it’s as if everything else fades away. Her gaze matches mine. We both know this situation is fucked. “I don’t want to give you up,” I say.
Her sad smile is torture when she nods. “I know.”
She kisses me, and it drips with sensual longing. I move my lips with hers, needing Kendra to recognize the hope I have. We’re not done yet, but I can’t tell her that. She’d try and stop me, and I’m not fighting her on this. Not tonight. I cradle her against my chest as she rides me. Her body is so soft and pliable in my large hands. When her thighs tremble and her knees knock against my sides, I grip her ass and help her keep the rhythm she’s struggling to follow.
As soon as she comes, she calls me daddy one last time and I pull her down, burrowing deep as I spill inside. I growl into her flesh. It will be six long months before I hear that word again, so I commit it to memory, along with her smell, touch, and taste.