Page 86 of The Bro-code

“Are you ok?” I ask, clenching my ass because my balls are already drawing tight and there’s a warmth at the base of my spine that promises that this isn’t gonna last as long as I would hope to.

“I’m fine,” she says, closing her eyes, her voice strained. “I’m just… full.”

Fuck, yeah. She’s full of me.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” I worry.

“No. I’m full in a good way. Just way more than I’m used to.”

Ha. Take that, Topher.

I begin moving slowly, grinding my hips and I’m rewarded with a soft moan and a new gush of wetness, making things more slippery.

I kiss her, driving into her again and again, guided by the noises she makes.

The feeling of her pussy is incredible but I resist the urge to slam home and be as selfish as her ex.

Whether tonight’s game ends with a victory or a loss for my team, the real win will be giving Bay the same pleasure she’s about to give me.

I shift the angle again, balancing her against the wall, making sure that every time I thrust in and out of her, the entire length of my shaft drags on her clit.

The way her inner walls tighten and quiver around me tells me that this is it. This is what she needs.

I increase my pace, I fuck her harder, deeper. Every sound she makes, every squeeze of that tight pussy tells me that she’s ready to follow me over the edge.

“Are you going to come for me, Bay?” I grunt, pressing against her harder and harder so that my pubic bone gives her clit some extra friction.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “I’m so close, Jagger. So, so close.”

I can fucking feel it. I’m ready too.

Her pussy is like molten heat and every time I plunge into her, my shaft pulses, getting harder.

I feel myself expand to the point that there’s no more space between us. Her inner walls are sealed around me and I’m about to lose it.

I give her one final hard, desperate thrust and I still when pure, hot pleasure takes me under and I explode.

Every pulse is so intense, the relief so complete as I fill her with my hot release, that it takes me a second to realize why.

Bay is convulsing around me, her pussy pulsing in sync with me. She’s milking every drop, just like she did before with her perfect mouth.

We ride our high together, pushed against the wall of the locker room showers.

When it’s over I hold her up, still inside her, my face hidden in the crook of her neck.

“Maybe I should have waited until after the game to fuck you,” I pant, when I finally can catch my breath enough to talk. “My knees feel like Jell-O.”

Her eyes widen. “I hope not,” she gasps. “Or I’ll be responsible for another loss.”

I kiss her again, but this time is different. Slow, soft, unhurried. “No, I’ll be fine. I was just messing with you. Just so you know, if we win tonight, a pre-game blowjob won’t be enough from now on. You’ll have to let me fuck you to make sure we keep winning.”

The smile on her face tells me that she likes what I just said.

“So we’ll keep hooking up until you win?”

Fuck no.

I don’t want to put an expiration date on whatever this is. “We’ll keep hooking up while it’s fun and until you’ve rebounded.” I offer. “The winning part matters only as far as hooking up in here before a game is concerned.”

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