Page 63 of How to Score Off Field

DREW

DATE SOMEONE WHO GIVES YOU THE SAME FEELING AS YOU FEEL WHEN YOU CATCH SIGHT OF YOUR FOOD BEING CARRIED OVER AT A RESTAURANT.

Tess hasme on my back, briefs around my ankles.

I lie flat on my back, waiting with bated breath to see what she’ll do next.

Suck my dick, apparently…

“Oh fuck,” I groan loudly, drinking in air as her warm, wet mouth comes down over my cock. Her head bobs up and down—not all the way, my dick doesn’t seem to fit all the way in—but she begins working it with both her hand and her mouth, and I’m here for the show.

I’m enjoying this turn of events.

Fuck…

God, this feels fantastic. Holy shit.

Holy fuck.

I’m here for the show, wanting to sink my hands into her hair, tug at a ponytail, push her mouth farther onto my dick—all things I resist the primal urge to do. Watching is enough. The sight of her sucking me off feels like my version of a porn. Not that I watch porn, but if I did, this is what I’d see, and this is what would get me off.

Sexy.

Hot.

Wet.

Ugh.

My head hits the pillow, and if I don’t get her off my dick, I’ll dump my load into her throat when I’d rather be coming inside her, and this is what she seems to want…

And whatever she wants, I want to give her.

My fingers brush through her hair. Gently. Tenderly?

Tess looks up at me, cock in my mouth, eyes wide.

She pulls back, letting me fall out, licking at her lips with a slow smile.

Crawls up my body.

I assist—’cause I’m a gentleman like that—taking her by the waist and helping to steady her as she lowers herself on top of my body, adjusting so she can slide on. Since she’s already slick and wet and I’m hard as a fucking rock, it’s easy. Only for a moment do I wonder “Is she on the pill? Is she on any form of birth control? Do we have a condom?”but my brain and my mouth aren’t working in conjunction.

Cause goddamn is she tight.

So tight I don’t know how long I’ll last. It feels like she’s got a clamp on the base of my cock, and it feels out of this world fucking fantastic. I swear, if my eyes roll into the back of my goddamn skull, it would be a miracle.

I moan loudly, head tipping back.

Tess fucks me, moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forthin a rhythm that has the headboard banging against the wall, the sound a turn-on itself.

My balls get tight.

Tingle.

I squeeze my eyes shut to refocus, concentrating on not coming—I want her to be the first one since she obviously wanted to get laid. God, what if I blow my load, and she’s pissed. That happens to my brother sometimes if he comes before his girlfriend. I can hear them arguing through the walls about it.

Do not fucking come, do not fucking come, do not fucking come….

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