Page 81 of Golden Goal

After a few minutes, Sutton stops sucking me. Instead, she rests her head on my thigh while her hips continue to grind back onto my mouth.

I stop licking and raise my head to bite her ass cheek. Sutton gasps while I instruct her, “Keep sucking, sweetheart.”

"Sorry," she slurs, her words flowing with a languid sweetness. "It just feels too good."

I glance at her, my fingers pausing momentarily. "You want me to stop, so you can focus?"

She shakes her head, her eyes locked onto mine with unwavering determination. "No, no. I can do it. I promise."

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Show me how well you can suck my cock.”

My words drag a moan from her that is quickly snuffed by my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags before pulling back and sucking me at her own pace.

It's all becoming more uncoordinated, sloppier, as her focus splits. Yet, it feels incredibly intense, surpassing any previous experience.

The sensation is so overpowering that I'm unsure if I can hold back until Sutton is done. I pull my mouth away, breathless, to tell her, "Sutt, you're doing perfect.. I'm almost there. If you don’t want me to finish in your mouth, use your hand."

I curse myself for being such an asshole to my perfect girl at times.

To my surprise, Sutton doesn't pull away when I start to release into her mouth. She welcomes it, letting me fill her completely. When there's nothing left, she turns to meet my gaze, her mouth full, and swallows.

She drives me absolutely wild as she flips around and slides up my body, our chests pressing together. Her kiss is fierce, her tongue finding its way into my mouth, just as messy and intense as when she kissed my dick.

But I can't leave my girl unsatisfied. I shift us so she's underneath me, and without wasting a moment, I go to work on her clit. Wishing I didn’t come down her throat so that I could come in her pussy again.

It doesn't matter because it only takes a minute before Sutton reaches her peak, pleasure overtaking her. She pants, "I love when you do that."

A small smile plays on my lips, but it vanishes as I capture her mouth, allowing her to taste herself, just as she did for me.

"So good," she moans, and I reward her with a playful slap on her ass.

"The best," I agree.

Sutton lets out a contented hum and sprawls atop me, her muscles relaxing.

"Is it a bad time to say I've been here the whole time?" Ronan's voice suddenly fills the room, startling us both.

Sutton shrieks, scrambling away from me and grabbing a pillow to shield her naked body.

"Are you out of your mind?" I yell, moving to block his view of Sutton while I’m in view, completely exposed.

Ronan's expression visibly shifts to one of remorse, and the guilt in his eyes immediately tugs at my own conscience. "I was half asleep and didn't realize what was happening until it was too late," he admits, cringing as he recounts his actions. "I went to get into bed, but Charlie was already in there, so I just came in here and basically fell right asleep and didn't wake up until... you know."

I can feel the sincerity in his words, and the knot of frustration in my chest starts to loosen. "It's fine, man," I reassure him as I grab a pair of boxers from my drawer and pull them on before heading over to Sutton's suitcase to grab a pair of pajamas for her.

"Turn around," I direct Ronan so that Sutton can get dressed. He complies, and Sutton hurriedly pulls on her clothes with shaky hands.

"You can turn back around," Sutton's soft voice floats through the room, and her tone has a calming effect on both Ronan and me.

"I'm sorry, Sutt," Ronan says, his voice filled with genuine regret. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

Even in the dim light of the room, I can see Sutton wringing her hands together, but she takes a deep breath before responding, "I promise I don't feel uncomfortable around you. I was just shocked."

Sutton settles back into bed, and I follow her lead. Ronan relaxes on the couch again. Despite the chaos of the past ten minutes, an unexpected sense of contentment washes over me.

What is this girl doing to me?

Sutton's voice breaks the silence as she whispers into the dark room, "Goodnight."

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