Chapter 92 My Hot Coach (12)

My mouth was a fucking furnace around Derek’s huge dick, my lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down my chin as I sucked him like my life depended on it. His baritone moans filled the living room, deep and ragged, his legs trembling under my hands as I deep-throated him, my throat tightening around his thickness. My pussy was dripping, my clit throbbing, the filthy sounds of my sucking mixing with his curses and groans. I looked up at him, my hazel eyes watering but fierce, loving how wrecked he looked—his jaw clenched, his blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Then his hands were on my face, strong and warm, cupping my cheeks as he gently tugged me up. “Fuck, Mia, come here,” he growled, his voice rough but soft, laced with something tender that made my heart stutter. I let his dick slip from my mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva trailing from my lips to the tip, and stood, my legs shaky, my naked body flushed and glistening. He pulled me close, his hands still cradling my face, and kissed me—slow, gentle, his lips soft but hungry, tasting of me, of him, of everything we’d already done. My hands slid to his chest, my nails grazing his skin, and I melted into the kiss, my pussy aching, my tits pressing against him.