Page 59 of Christmas Bubble

“I’d like to try something,” he says.

“Okay.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he scoots down my body, sucking on my skin here and there. I’m sure there will be bruising tomorrow.

Fuck, I hope there’s bruising tomorrow and the day after because I’ll need a reminder at some point in the future, when this is all over, that it really happened.

Maybe I should take photos. I make a mental note to do that.

Coach’s mouth moves closer and closer to my flushed cock. My body hums with anticipation. Is he going to touch it again like he did yesterday?

As I hoped, he holds my cock and gives me a few strokes. Then he runs his tongue from the root to the tip and takes my mushroomed head in his mouth, and I cry out in pleasure.

“You taste like strawberries all over. Just like I thought,” he says.

I want to make a joke and ask him to try my ass to verify if it’s true, but my words become stuck in my throat when he takes more of my cock into his mouth.

He gags a little when my head hits the back of his throat, but that doesn’t stop him.

This man. What is this man doing to me?

I open my legs wider to give him more space, but instead of getting more comfortable, he stops.

“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you do, but I’ll kill you if you don’t at least finish me with a hand job,” I say, pouting.

He smiles, his lips glistening with his spit and some of my precum. He’s never looked so sexy. He licks them as he looks down.

“I failed mind-reading class, Coach. What’s happening down there?”

“Shh, give me a moment.”

I lean my head back on the pillow. I did promise he had free rein of my body, so I guess, if I must, I could exercisesomepatience.

But I really want an orgasm.

I mean, I want two. I need the first to take the edge off before I’m relaxed enough to take Coach’s power-rocket dick inside me.

My cock throbs at the thought of him filling me up. It’s been such a long time since I had a good, satisfying fuck.

“What position will be more comfortable for you to take me?” he asks.

“On my belly with a few pillows under me or on all fours.”

He seems to think about it for a moment and then flips me over. My face plops down on the pillow, so I use my elbows to get on all fours and watch what he’s doing behind me.

I see him reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube. I raise a brow.

He has lube in his cabin that smells like strawberries? How long exactly has he been thinking about this?

“That was a coincidence,” he says, “the store ran out of the nonflavored ones.”

“Sure.” I smirk, and he slaps my ass. It makes me hornier than it should, and it seems I make all the right noises because I get a slap on the other cheek to even it out.

My cock leaks onto the comforter underneath. “Nghh, fuck…”

He smooths the area with his hands, and I have no doubt my skin is all flushed. “In case you’re wondering, I’m not into spanking.”

“You could have fooled me,” he says.