I can’t look away from that dick. I’m hypnotized. Still, my fingers plume down the valley of my breast, pausing to pinch a nipple, before continuing down my flat tummy until I reach my dripping cunt. “How did you know I touched myself?”
“Because,” he grits, fisting himself at the base and giving himself one long, smooth stroke. “I was down the other side of the hallway, doing the exact same thing to myself. Calling out your name. But you didn’t hear me.”
I shake my head, moaning as my fingers make contact with my wet folds. “If I did, I’d have knocked on your door.”
“Yeah?” he groans, giving me a little show as he jerks off. “You’d have come inside and let me paint my cum all over that pretty body?”
I pant, playing with myself. “Yeah. I would have gotten on my knees to suck you off again, Coach Thane.”
“Fuck, Marlow.” He throws his head back on a particular long stroke, screwing his eyes closed like he’s replaying our night from the solarium. “You’re killing me.”
My clit is throbbing. I need to come so bad. “W-What did you picture when you touched yourself?”
“Fucking you in every goddamn position.” He curses, squeezing his dick tip, his chest rises and falls with his heaving breaths. “Pouring my cum inside of your pussy until it’s dripping out of you. All. Night. Long.”
I’m so turned on by him. His raspy voice. His muscular frame. His tattoos, running the length of his arms to the backs of his hands. He’s even got one on his thigh.
“Bad Coach Thane,” I chide, leaving my clit to stuff two fingers into my slippery wet pussy.
He enjoys being called that, I can tell.
Watching me thrust my fingers in and out of my tight hole, he grunts, transfixed. “Yes.Bad Coach Thane. So fucking bad I’ll ruin all other men for you tonight, soon as I finish molding that cheerleader pussy to my cock and giving you the ride of your life. You’ll never want anyone else after me, baby.”
My fingers hit my g-spot and I moan. “Yes. Ruin me.”
Those two words are the greenlight he needs.
Thane stops touching himself and falls to his knees between my splayed legs, his hand gripping my wrist to pull my fingers out of my pussy. He shoves them into his mouth to lick my cream and his eyes roll back into his skull. “So good.” Pressing his hands to my inner-thighs, he murmurs darkly, “Give me a split, little cheerleader. I’m going to teach you a new routine.”
My breath stutters out of me with excitement and I do as he asks, my legs extending on either side of the bed and my pussy popped up front and center for him. “What routine is that, Coach Thane?”
“The one where you lie on your back with your toned legs spread open so I can give you the tongue-fucking you deserve.” He maintains eye-contact as he lowers his mouth to my pussy, spitting on it. “And you better learn quickly, Marlow. Starting next week, you’re expected to show up to my office hours with nothing underneath your cheer skirt. I’m going to lay you flat on my table and feast.”
I gasp. That’s so naughty. I’m getting wetter just imagining the scenario.
Thane’s breath fanning against my flesh has me squirming and canting my hips towards him, my fingers diving into his hair to hold onto. “Teach me, Coach Thane.”
“Such an eager, beautiful slut.” His thumbs spread open my pussy and he dives in, the flat of his tongue licking along my slit. “Mm. You’re delicious, baby.”
There’s no more talking as Thane goes for broke, eating me out with coarse sounds, that talented tongue of his flicking over my clit in a blur, his thick digits thrusting into my pussy until he finds my g-spot and abuses it with the pads of his fingers. He stretches me out, he makes me squirt, and then he slurps it like the wicked deviant that he is.
I’m gasping and whimpering, my legs thrown over his brawny shoulders now, heels digging into his back, and fingers twisting in his hair, tugging him closer and closer, afraid he’ll leave me hanging before giving me what I want.
I’m close. So close.
Thane sucks my clit into my mouth and I’m done for.
I let go, free-falling with a loud moan dragged from the deepest parts of me.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Marlow.” Thane’s voice carries the faintest of smirks as he pulls his fingers out of my squelching pussy and sucks them into his mouth, licking my flavor some more. Tears of pleasure bead at the corners of my eyes and I stare at him, my body trembling in the aftermath of my release. He has no business being this hot. “And I bet you’ll look even more beautiful stuffed full of me.”
He climbs up on the bed, the muscles in his strong body shifting with the motion, the ink on his arm swirling like it’s coming to life. I can’t help it. My hands run over his torso and shoulders, admiring every beefy inch of him. He’s otherworldly and in this dimly lit room, with all outside world worries hidden away, he feels utterly mine. “Take me. I want you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He dips his face to mine. We kiss languidly and I wrap my legs around his waist. His stubble rasps against my skin gently and I blush when he slips his tongue into my mouth, making me taste my flavor.
Thane holds himself up with his forearms on either side of my head and I savor the shiver running through his body as I draw invisible patterns along his sides and his back. He’s so affected by me. I love it.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back enough to gaze into his stormy green eyes, my mouth curved in a coy smile. “I’ve never had something so big inside of me.” I bat my lashes, speaking mock-innocently. “Will it hurt when you squeeze your thick cock inside of my small pussy, Coach Thane?”
