Page 60 of How to Score Off Field

For real.

Best tits ever.

Or am I buzzed?

Either way, she feels amazing pressed against me, letting me run my hands over her body though my palms are calloused from football and the gym.

“That feels so good,” she mutters before our lips lock again.

I tug so she’s on me; straddling me, my hands gripping her ass now.

Tess moves in slow motions over my dick as if she were giving me a lap dance, hips gyrating, the fingers on her rear now perilously close to her crack.

She moans.

Lowering my head, I lick one of her gorgeous nipples. In my mind, they’re perfect; the perfect color, the perfect size, the perfect perfect.

I lick.

Suck.

Tess moans again, letting me know she’s into it.

I mean, not that her appearing in the bedroom almost naked wasn’t her telling me she was into it, but this verbal signal is more than enough to get me rock hard.

Tess continues to give me a lap dance as if it were her job, moving on top of me still. A vision of Grady flashes through my mind, but I quickly blink it away, trying to focus on how she feels on top of me.

No one—and I mean no one—wants the brother of the girl riding him cockblocking him, even invisibly.

I can no longer stand it.

As much as I love the way it feels, I can no longer sit here and let her torture me this way.

I stand, bringing her along for the ride, hefting her up, and turning toward the bed. I dump her onto the mattress and look down at her, watching as her chest heaves up and down breathlessly.

No bra.

Skimpy underwear.

Long hair that fans around her.

She’s fucking gorgeous, have I mentioned that?

Tess spreads her legs, and I climb onto the bed toward her, dick throbbing, face going to the center of her core. My hands are already at her inner thighs, fingers already hooking her panties.

I haven’t gone down on a girl in ages.

What if I can’t remember how?

What if she doesn’t like it?

Her hips wiggle as if she were impatient, and I’m more than happy to bury my face there. Pull aside her thong completely. Kiss her inner thighs; they’re smooth and she smells like baby powder and perfume and the right amount of female.

I want to devour her.

I do devour her, spreading her with two fingers, lavishing my tongue on her.

My lips, my hands, my finger.

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