Chapter 91 My Hot Coach (11)

Derek’s mouth was pure fucking magic on my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit, sucking and swirling until I was a trembling, moaning wreck on the couch. My legs were spread wide, my naked body glistening with sweat, my tits heaving with every ragged breath. His fingers were still inside me, stroking that sweet spot, making my pussy clench and drip, my clit throbbing under his relentless mouth. I was so close, teetering on the edge, my moans filling the living room, raw and desperate. “Derek, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hands fisting his hair, my hips grinding against his face. But then he pulled back, his lips shiny with my juices, his blue eyes blazing with a hunger that made my heart stutter. “Not yet, baby,” he growled, his voice low and filthy, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. He stood, towering over me, his tank top clinging to his sweat-slicked chest, his shorts tented with the massive bulge I’d felt earlier. My mouth watered, my pussy aching for more, but I wanted him now—every fucking inch.