Page 52 of The Sweet Spot

“Fuck, Coach,” he leans back against the couch. My fingers dig into his thighs, keeping him in place, and he chuckles at the move. “Look at you... so eager for my cock.”

I lean in and drag my tongue up the underside, tracing that thick vein before swirling around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Then I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his girth. I suck him deep, hollowing my cheeks, working him with my tongue as I bob my head.

“Whit—fuck—that’s so good,” he rasps, voice wrecked.

I pull off with a wet pop, stroking him with my hand while I look up. “Do you like my mouth on you?”

“I love it,” he growls. “Keep going, baby.”

I bring him back to my mouth and take him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose brushes the dark hair at his base. His thighs tremble as I stay there and swallow around him. When I pull back for air, he drops his head to the back of the couch.

I pump slowly, cupping his heavy balls while the other holds his thigh in place.

JB’s breathing is ragged, and his hips are twitching like he’s barely holding back. I reach up, grab his big hand, and guide it to the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair.

He freezes for half a second—then he gets it.

His grip tightens, his fingers fisting in my dark strands, and the control instantly shifts. He holds me steady and starts thrusting shallowly into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible, Coach.”

I moan loudly around him; the vibration making him curse. Just when his cock swells thicker and his rhythm falters, he yanks me off with a firm tug of my hair.

“I don’t want to come just yet,” he rasps, pulling me up into a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming mine. “I want you, Whit.”

His hands find my zipper, and this time, I don’t stop him. He slides it down slowly, peeling the dress off my body, the fabric pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my lace bra and panties.

As he stands from the couch, he scoops me up and throws me over his broad shoulder like I weigh nothing.

“JB!” I yelp, laughing breathlessly as he carries me through the suite to the bedroom, and he whacks my ass playfully.

Giving me no time to recover after he drops me onto the huge bed, he’s on me, kissing me deeply as his hand makes its way under my panties. His long fingers stroke my slick pussy before he pushes two of them inside me.

My hips roll against his fingers, and my hands thread through his hair, needing more. “JB, please—”

He seemingly ignores me, kissing down my neck as he whispers sweet nothings across my skin. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss. “You feel so good.” He sucks marks into my collarbone as he peels off my bra so he can worship my breasts.

His mouth is hot and hungry, his tongue swirling around each nipple until I’m whimpering and arching into him. He tugs my panties down my legs as he kisses lower.

The second his lips brush the top of my slit, I pull him up by the hair.

“I need you, JB. Please.”

His eyes study mine. “You sure you want this?”

Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”

“Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Before he can move off me, I grab his arm, holding him in place. “No need. I’m on the pill..”

He takes in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”

“JB. Please. I need you.”

JB leans forward, kissing me deeply as he settles between my spread thighs. His thick cock nudges at my entrance, but he doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing with me, letting the moment stretch.

“Look at me, Whit,” he whispers.