Page 79 of Twisted Legacy

Hearing my name like that from her mouth, god I could nut right now. “Yeah, Pet?”

“Fuck my mouth.”

I chuckle and straddle her face. “Since you’ve asked so sweetly.”

“Make me jealous, Thea.” Coach commands. “Make me regret letting them touch you.”

Somehow, Pax and I make it work. My knees are on either side of her face, which I’m holding steady, as I rock into her mouth. Pax is between her legs, holding her hips up off the ground, wrecking her pussy. I feel her tense against me, then her mouth goes slack as her release ricochets through her. Pax finishes a few moments later. Then pushes away like he’s been burned. Before she can start bitching about it, I roll on a condom and take his place. My strokes are slower. Gentler than his. She has to be sore after the way he rode her. Fucking barbarian.

“Finn...”

“Shh. I’ve missed you, Pet. Your mouth is good, but this pussy is heaven. I need to feel it.”

I slide my hand up to her face and drop my forehead to hers. “Pet. You feel so good. Fuck, this pussy is so wet. I’m not gonna last. You make it impossible for me to last.”

I wanted to go longer for her. Be gentle with her. But I can’t. Everything I’ve been holding back comes rushing to the surface and I take her body. Using my touch and every stroke of my cock to apologize and to show her she’s mine.

She locks around my dick, and I blow my load. Twitching against her. When the fog clears, I hear crying. I stumble away from her. Shit. Did I hurt her? I didn’t mean to. Or is this the aftermath of forcing her to do what she said she didn’t want?

“Come here, sweetness.” Coach Wolfe gathers her in his arms, rubbing circles on her lower back. “You’re good. You did so good. How do you feel?”

“I’m on fire. I need… you.” Her voice cracks on that admission.

Pax is over in the corner. He looks like he’s coming down, but she’s still in the middle of it. It’s gonna take a minute before I’m ready to go again.

“I can’t, Thea.”

“I won’t tell anyone. You know I won’t.”

A look crosses Coach’s face before he presses her back to the floor and delves between her legs. Devouring her. She holds onto his hair, riding his face, her body convulsing as she cums. He’s got the patience of a saint, because he’s down there long enough for me to get hard again. I’m stroking my dick, counting the number of times she cums by his mouth alone. I’m at three.

“One more sweetness.”

She’s writhing around. Finally, trying to get away from him. Insisting she’s too sensitive.

“One more sweet girl. Fuck, you taste amazing. You want me, happy right? One more will make me so happy.”

“Your cock.”

“No, sweetness. This. Your taste in my mouth. Your juices dripping down my face. This makes me so happy. Stop fighting me and let this sweet cunt take over. You know what I need, baby. You’re my good girl, right?”

“Yes!”

“Damn right you are. Oh, look at that. More sweet juice for me. So good. I’m about ready to make a mess in my pants for you, Thea.”

He’s not the only one.

“You’re so close. I can feel it.”

“Deke… shit. Like that.”

“I know, sweetness. I know just how to do it. Oh, look at that.”

I wish I were closer so I could see what he’s seeing. Whatever it is, has him in awe. He flips them over, so she’s riding his face. He’s now only capable of grunts and garbled noises. But he seems to love being suffocated by her. She rises up a little, throws her head back and screams so loud, I’m sure someone can hear us.

“What the fuck?”

I look to where Pax is staring, in time to see her… squirt. Coach Deacon Wolfe leans his head up, pressing his lips to her lower ones, like he’s shotgunning it. With a ragged groan, she collapses against him. His hands hold her to his chest, as he resumes rubbing soothing circles on her back.

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