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“Jesus,” Crew mutters, squeezing the front of his boxers.
“Danielle, tell Crew how many points he’s scored this season and what his shooting percent is.”
“Um…” She wets her lips and then focuses on Crew. “Thirty-seven goals and twenty-one point seven percent. Which is really good.” She gives him a sweet smile.
Then Nathan dips a finger inside her, and her smile drops as she moans.
“Very good,” he tells her.
Crew’s eyes are wide. “You’re learning my stats, Dani?” His hand rubs up and down his cock.
She nods. “Nathan’s teaching me what they all mean and what yours–”
Nathan slides his finger deep, and she breaks off as she gasps. His mouth is against her ear. “How many games has Crew played?” He pumps his finger in and out, and she grabs his thighs.
“Um…” Her eyes drift shut.
Nathan’s finger stops. “Danielle, answer the question.”
Her eyes open and she focuses on Crew. “Um… games,” she says, as if reminding herself of the question. “Forty-one. You haven’t missed a game this season.”
Crew nods. He actually looks touched. And incredibly turned on. “Right. That’s right, sweetheart.”
Nathan continues moving his finger in and out of her pussy. “So, Crew, you get to decide…do you want to hear our pretty girl recite all of your stats that she’s learned just for you? Or…” He adds a second finger, and her head falls back against his chest as she moans. “...do you want to eat this sweet pussy so well that our dirty little slut can’t think of anything but coming all over your face?”
Crew groans, his head falling forward. “So as long as she can remember my stats, I’m not doing a good enough job?” he asks. But he’s already moving into place. Crew gets on his stomach between her thighs. Nathan even pulls her legs wider for him.
“Yep,” Nathan says, looking smug. “You can have one or the other. Your favorite fan knowing all of your numbers…or your sweet slut screaming your name.”
Crew licks Dani’s inner thigh. “There’s only two numbers Dani needs to care about right now. How many orgasms she’s going to have and how many inches of cock she can take.”
“Crew,” Dani groans.
“Move your fucking hand, Nathan,” Crew mutters, his hands gripping Dani’s knees.
Nathan complies. He lifts his hand to her mouth, sliding the fingers that were just in her pussy between her lips.
She sucks, and my cock pulses at the site.
Then Crew licks over her clit, and she cries out.
Nathan takes both breasts in hand again, tugging and pinching her nipples. Crew works her pussy with his tongue and mouth, and she’s soon writhing between them.
“What’s Crew’s average time on ice?” Nathan asks her.
Her head moves back and forth. “I um…”
He lets go of her nipples and moves his hand to the base of her throat, tipping her head back. “Answer me, Danielle,” he says firmly. “Crew’s average time on ice.”
She swallows, but I can see that Nathan is applying gentle pressure.
“Twenty…twenty-two…”
Crew is still licking at her clit, and now he adds a finger. She lifts her hips slightly, but Nathan puts his mouth against her ear. “Answer. Me.”
“Twenty-two minutes, nine seconds,” she gasps.
Nathan smirks, then kisses her neck. “Come on, McNeill, I thought you were good at this.”
