Page 21 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“Mm.” She moaned into my mouth because our tongues continued to do an intense tango.

As my fingers dipped in and out of her hole, she pulled her mouth away from mine.

“I need more,” she said, breathlessly.

I raised my brow, questioning what she meant. However, instead of repeating herself, she reached between us, slipped her hand into my sweats and underwear, and pulled my dick out.

The responsible person in me thought about protection for a brief, and I mean very brief second. However, when the head of my dick met her abundantly saturated center, there wasn’t a responsible bone in my body.

“Fuck!” I growled.

“Whew, shit!” she exclaimed.

I would like to say I fucked the shit out of my coach on the desk in her office, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. A more accurate statement would be we fucked the shit out of each other. I’d never had pussy so good, and I was afraid I’d never have it again.

When her walls began to quake around my dick, it summoned my nut to the front and center. Thankfully, I pulled out and caught the creamy fluid in my hand in the nick of time.

“Please forget this ever happened,”I told Niko as we exited the building.

“You playing, right?”

“I’m not.”

“Nah, that pussy is too good for me to forget.”

“Do you know how this could fuck up our lives if anyone finds out?”

“No one has to know, Aranda.”

“I told you, no one calls me Aranda. It’s Coach Sampson or Randi.”

He chuckled. “It wasn’t Coach Sampson when my dick was touching your soul. Since no one else calls you Aranda, it can be special… between me and you.”

“Oh my God. Can you not? I have to go.”

“This conversation isn’t over.”

“Yes, Niko. It is. This is my dream job, and I refuse to let you and your dick fuck this up.”

“Damn. Is that how you really feel?”

“Yes, and you should feel the same way. It’s just sex, and we can get that anywhere.”

“What if I told you I want more than sex?”

“What more do you want?”

“The pull you have on me ain’t normal, baby. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, and that has to mean something. I won’t give up until we have a chance to explore it.”

“This can’t happen again.Wecan’t happen. I gotta go.”

Without waiting for him to protest further, I rushed to my car, hopped in as fast as possible, and sped off. Of course, I called Montrell. It was still early, and he probably hadn’t left for the night.

“You changed your mind about coming out?” he asked when he answered.

“No, but I fucked Niko in my office on my desk.”

“Wait! Hold up. What did you say?”

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