Page 81 of Double Fault

I almost expect her to sass me some more, but I should know by now that Sabrina never does what I expect.

Grabbing my tie, she yanks me even closer and presses her mouth to mine. I get lost in the taste of her, forgetting what my original objective was until she slides a hand down to my belt, snapping me back to the moment.

With her other hand, she gives me a nudge. I straighten quickly, lightheaded from how fucking out of control this girl makes me, and before my vision can clear, she’s on her knees in front of me with my belt undone. Eyes locked with mine, she undoes the button and zipper on my pants.

With each move she makes, my breathing picks up until it’s embarrassingly fast. If she notices, she doesn’t call me out on it.

With a steadying gulp of air, I cup her jaw and run my thumb along her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

She grins, eyes shining in the darkened room. “I’ll be even prettier with your dick in my mouth.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My knees practically give out on me. This woman is going to be the death of me.

She yanks my pants and underwear down, freeing my cock. As she takes me in, her lips tip up in appreciation. Fingers wrapped around the base, she looks up at me and licks her lips. “I can work with that.”

Goddamn this woman.

“Fuck yeah, you can.”

Her smirk morphs into a grin, and then she’s wrapping her lips around the tip.

“Oh, fuck.” I slam my eyes closed and start counting backward from one hundred. Fuck. I’m going to embarrass myself. When the counting doesn’t help, I rack my brain for other distractions. Tennis stats, maybe?—

She laughs, the sound vibrating against my dick, which doesn’t help matters.

And when she pulls back and a string of saliva clings to her bottom lip, I almost lose it. On instinct, I reach down and wipe it away.

“Why do you look like you’re doing long division in your head?”

Long division. Why didn’t I think of that?

She pumps my cock in her fist, and my abdominals flex with the effort to hold back.

“Because I’ve been dreaming about your mouth on my cock, and now that it’s reality, I’m worried it’ll be over before it starts.”

She mock pouts. “Aw, poor baby.”

“Sabrina.”

Ignoring my warning, she takes me in her mouth again, and fuck if it doesn’t feel even better than my win this afternoon.

A part of me wants to take my time. To make this last. Savor her.

But the eager, more demanding side of me wants to fuck her hard and fast and dirty. There’s no competition between the two.

When I step back, she mewls in protest. But the sound is cut off when I haul her up and yank her shirt over her head. I tear her shorts down her legs next, then toss her onto the bed and push her legs apart.

Fingers digging into her soft flesh, I look up at her from my spot between her thighs. “Been wondering what this cunt tastes like for way too long.”

At the first swipe of my tongue, she gasps. She moans at the second. Cries my name at the third.

As I lick and suck at her sensitive and swollen flesh, she arches her back and babbles nonsensically.

“You taste fucking divine.” I force myself to pull away, then climb up her body, where I find her mouth with mine. “See how sweet you are? Can you taste yourself?”

“Noah.” My name is a whimper, one I long to hear again and again. “I was so close.”

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