Chapter 93 My Hot Coach (13)

• Derek’s tongue was a fucking miracle, driving me to the edge as he ate my pussy, his lips and tongue relentless on my clit, my body trembling on the couch. My moans were raw, my thighs shaking, cum still glistening on my belly from his earlier release. The living room was a haze of golden light and sex, my naked body sprawled, his head buried between my legs. I was seconds from shattering, my pussy clenching, when I glanced down and saw it—his dick, rising again, thick and hard, curving against his abs like it was ready for round two. My mouth watered, my clit pulsing under his tongue, and I knew we weren’t done. Not even close.
• He pulled back, his lips shiny with my juices, his blue eyes dark with lust as he caught my stare on his dick. “Fuck, Mia,” he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk pure sin. “You see what you do to me? This dick’s ready for you again.” He sat back on the couch, his broad chest heaving, his erection standing proud, glistening with precum. He patted his thighs, his voice dropping to a low, filthy command. “Get over here, baby. Ride the hell out of me. I want that pussy bouncing on my dick till you’re screaming.”
• My pussy clenched at his words, my body buzzing with need. I stood, my legs shaky, my skin flushed, cum still slick on my belly. I sauntered over, my hips swaying, my tits bouncing, loving the way his eyes devoured me—every curve, every inch of my naked body. “You want me to ride you, Coach?” I purred, my voice thick with teasing, my lips curving into a smirk. “Better hold on, ‘cause I’m gonna wreck you.”