Page 119 of 4th Degree

“Oh God,” I whimper, my hands coming up to scratch at his abs. He doesn’t start slow, just grabs under my thighs and pulls me into every hard drive.

My eyes slide shut on a shaky moan, my back arching and my hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts. I’ll never get enough of him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grits out, as his thrusts become more powerful. “I could come from just the sight of you.”

I open my eyes so I can take him in as he inevitably loses control.

“You feel so good,” I whisper. “I love the way you fuck me.”

His groan sounds pained. “I want you to come again. Give me one more, baby.”

I hum a non-answer, a smile sliding across my face as I pinch my nipples in a tease. “I want to feel you come, Coach,” I purr.

Another groan, this one a sound of defeat. Because I know exactly what sets him off, and I love being the one who makes him unravel.

He pulls from my body, his fist barely shuttling over his cock before he’s coming on my bare stomach.

He’s breathing heavily, likely trying to decide how to punish me for making him come before me, when his gaze catches on my hand as I slide it down my body.

I’m running purely on instinct when I swirl my fingers in the cum splattered on my stomach. Then I move them even lower, down to my sensitive clit, my lips popping open on a heady sigh.

“Fuck,” I hear Dominic breathe. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve loved exploring with him in the bedroom. I usually follow his lead, but I’m feeling a little bold today.

I swirl my fingers over my clit once, twice, and then I slide one inside myself.

Dominic looks like his head’s about to explode. He’s frozen in place, his eyes glued to the place between my legs as he watches me finger myself with his cum.

“You know, Coach,” I purr, sliding another finger inside. His gaze jumps to my face, his expression ravenous.

“I’m on the pill now,” I continue, pausing at how good this feels. “So, you can come inside me if you want. You can fill me up, make me messy?—”

I break off with a gasp. Because Dominic has apparently decided he’s done with watching, and drops his head to suction his lips around my clit.

“What are you—” I breathe.

He ignores me, his hands holding me to his face and his tongue swirling around my clit. The fact that he’s going down on me, that he’s tasting his own pleasure?—

My fingers are still inside myself, but my other hand slides into his hair with a moan. God, this is so hot. My breaths start to come in gasps. I don’t realize I’ve started to finger myself again until Dominic’s fingers slide in beside mine and I’m suddenly so. full.

I come on a soundless cry.

When he eventually takes pity on my overstimulated body and lifts away from me, I’m sated and limp on his desk. But as soon as he leans down to take my mouth, I sigh into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Dirty old man,” I whisper with a smile.

He stamps another hard kiss to my lips. “You love it,” he says with a grin.

I hum in agreement and pull him in. I could spend hours with him just kissing.

But eventually, he lifts off me with a sigh. Grabbing a paper towel, he wipes the cum from my skin, his touch reverent and his expression thoughtful.

“So what had you so distracted when you walked in here that I had to get your attention with an orgasm?” he asks after a moment.

Eyes closed and melting onto the desk from the soothing touch of the cool towel, I mumble, “I can’t remember a single thing that happened outside of this room.”

His chuckle has me cracking an eye open. “You’re good for my ego, baby.”

I sit up and stretch my arms over my head. “Fighters already have the biggest egos,” I answer with a yawn.

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