Page 74 of Coach Sully
She twitches like mad until I feel the slow constriction of her pussy on me again. Here it comes… I press my lips to hers briefly before another orgasm barrels through her.
“That’s it! Fuck, baby girl!” I praise, growling through gritted teeth as I try not to come with her. I pull the showerhead away and let her rest. Her chest heaves like she ran a marathon. “No question, you were made for me.”
She nods, then climbs off my lap, leaving my cock covered in her. Damn, that looks good. Her legs wobble, and when her knees buckle, I reach out to steady her. “Whoa, easy. Just take a beat.”
She shakes her head and drops down, spreading my legs wide, then taking me into her mouth. My mouth drops open.
Jesus Christ, this woman.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “Kendra.”
The grasp she has around my cock is shaky, but her mouth is solid as she takes every inch. Those big gray eyes look up at me, and I shake my head in disbelief. “Unreal,” I mumble, awed by the woman before me.
Her hand twists at the base as she hollows her cheeks and focuses all the suction on the tip. I roar as I all but lose it. She moans around me, and my palm finds the back of her neck where I set the pace for me to finish. I wrap my fingers over the fist she’s made around my length and squeeze it three times.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her gorgeous eyes find mine, and my breath gets lodged in my chest. The vision in front of me is ecstasy. This unbelievable woman who makes me feel things I never thought I could. With her belly round with my child and her mouth wrapped around my cock? She’s everything I’ve been missing. Everything I’ve been waiting for but thought I’d never find.
“You’re mine. Always,” I tell her. “I promise.”
Her eyes swell with tears, and I cradle her chin. The need to lock my lips on hers is strong, but I’m afraid what will happen if I don’t come right now. I’ve been edging myself for way too long.
“Ready?” I ask her. She nods, and I cup her face and make eye contact. “Good girl.” I drive inside her mouth, and my jaw drops as I surrender to the orgasm, shooting my cum down her throat. She swallows, and I bite my lip, groaning as I get the very last drop out.
Thank god I’m sitting, or I’d probably collapse. I find the strength to pull her into my lap and sink my fingers into her hair as I kiss her with everything I have.
“Forever, Kendra.” I want her to know it wasn’t an in-the-moment thing. There’s no post-nut clarity bullshit. She’s my everything… and I fucking love her.
She releases a small whimper. “Forever,” she says, and I groan against her lips.
When my girl put on that dress this Christmas morning, she chose violence. It’s the best present. What I got her for Christmas is back home. Goddamn. I haven’t seen her wear anything that hugs her bump before today, and my fingers itch to explore every inch of her. Again. After last night, I’d been satiated enough to get through the day—I thought—but as soon as she walked out in that sundress, all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and hide in the bedroom all day. She’s too excited about today’s excursion for me to deprive her of that, though.
Barrett rented a boat to explore the coast and soak up some sunshine to celebrate Christmas without a ton of gifts. His mother, Sue, is joining us on the cabin cruiser, along with Raleigh and the kids. Memories over material things. When wewent to pick it up from the rental, one of the guys at the counter couldn’t take his eyes off Kendra. I pulled her back to my front and placed a protective hand on her belly, then glared at him. I’ve never felt so possessive over someone. I’m usually pretty levelheaded, there’s not much, outside of a bad referee call, that gets me worked up. Until her.
Ocean water sprays over the side of the boat as we cruise the area. I’m with Barrett in the cockpit while everyone sits in the deck seating at the bow.
“So…” He begins, handing me a beer.
I twist off the top and stow the bottlecap in my pocket. “So,” I respond.
“And how was your night last night?” he asks with a smirk.
Shit. Did he hear us? We’re in separate bungalows, but I suppose we had a few windows open…
“Good.”Phenomenal. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugs. “I had to go out to the truck to get Arthur’s stuffed koala…” He cuts me a look, and I feign ignorance.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through your house, the neighbors heard you screwing and making her shout—”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” I smirk.
“I can keep going…”
“We’ll keep it down next time.”
He chuckles and steers the boat down the shoreline. After a moment, he clears his throat. “I like her. Raleighreallylikes her. Just want to say I’m happy for you, man. I know it wasn’t the most conventional way—”