Page 128 of How to Score Off Field

Out of all the Colters, I’m the most sentimental, and yeah, it can be a drag, but it can also save a situation.

Tess's fingers dance across my skin, her touch setting every literal nerve in my body on fire.

I’m combustible.

Our kisses turn languid, filled with a mix of longing and since both of us are hurting it makes sense that we’re both a bit desperate.

Her hands frantically push down the waistband of my boxer shorts.

Like I said—desperate.

Or maybe it just feels that way.

There isn’t much foreplay—we’re too interested in getting naked and getting my dick inside her vagina for that. Foreplay can come later,Tess wants it now…

God it feels so good having her body pressed against mine, the cold air hitting my ass cheeks as my shorts go down to my ankles.

My dick is so hard…

It seeks her heat because that’s what it was born to do.

Tess scoots her ass closer to the edge of the counter, wiggling her hips, still wearing her bottoms—they have to get gone.

She lifts her hips; hooks her fingers into her denim shorts and shimmies them down her hips, frenziedly to get them off.

Now we’re both naked with pants around our ankles, like two thirsty teenagers who have to sneak around on their parents to screw—and get it done quickly so no one walks in.

I swear to god I’m already thrusting, and I’m nowhere near inside her yet…

“Do it already,” she whines. “Oh god—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out.”

It’s fine. Seriously, it’s fine. She’s only saying what I’m thinking. That I want to fucking do it already and sink into her…

I slide in bareback, and she’s already wet. So wet and hot, but still, I move forward slowly, not wanting to hurt her even though she’s telling me to “do it already.”

“Thank god I can’t get pregnant.” She laughs but shivers at the same time, moaning when I pull out…and push back in…

In…

Out…

Arching up slightly so I’m not too short to fuck her standing up, making sure my pelvis and her pussy line up. No need to break my dick for a quick fuck, eh?

Doesn’t sound like fun to me, not one bit.

“Faster,” Tess demands.

I pump faster, balls already tingling.

Not a good sign—it means I’m gonna come sooner than later and probably before she does, which would be embarrassing as hell.

“Harder,” she tells me. “Harder, Drew, oh god…”

Her head is tilted back and her eyes are hooded, lips look as if she’s been thoroughly kissed. Plump. Juicy.

I lean forward and press another kiss to them, and her lips part, tongue mingling with mine.

My arms go around her, and I pull her in.

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