Chapter 90 My Hot Coach (10)

Derek’s mouth was a fucking revelation on my tits, his lips and tongue working my nipples until they were swollen, glistening, and screaming for more. My moans echoed in the living room, raw and desperate, my naked body sprawled on the couch, legs spread, my skin flushed and slick with sweat. He pulled back from my chest, his lips shiny, and looked up at me, his blue eyes smoldering with a heat that made my breath catch. For a few seconds, he just stared, his gaze raking over my face, my parted lips, my heaving tits, like he was committing every inch of me to memory. His smirk was pure sin, promising things that made my pussy clench. I bit my lip, my hands still tangled in his hair, and arched my back, daring him to keep going. He didn’t need the invitation. Derek kissed my tits one last time, a soft, teasing press of his lips that made me whimper, then slid lower, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider. My heart pounded, my pussy already dripping, the cool air hitting my wet folds and making me shiver. He settled between my legs, his broad shoulders filling the space, and looked at my pussy like it was a fucking masterpiece. “Goddamn, Mia,” he growled, his voice rough, thick with lust. “Look at this pretty little pussy, all wet for me.”