CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
JULIUS
Kaylah just won us tonight’s game.
I’m so weak for her that everything she does turns me on, but it gets awkward having a rock hard dick during our games, just from watching her.
That doesn’t stop me from gliding over to her instantly and saying, “Very impressive, Captain,” I say.
“Very impressive from you too, Captain.”
We walk home together, excited replays from the goals of the game forming the basis of our conversation. It’s enough to make time speed by, but as soon as we make it back home, our hands are all over each other, ripping our clothes off before we can even make it to one of our bedrooms.
Looks like the front door will have to do.
“That was so fucking sexy.”
“It wasn’t my first time playing Hockey, you know.”
“I know, but it was still so fucking sexy.”
“I’ll take it.”
There’s definitely a pattern of us becoming even more hungry for each other after a game, something I didn’t even know was possible judging by the amount of cum I’ve released because of Kaylah.
But pure hunger is the only thing that can explain us fucking roughly against our front door, and then moving on to the stairs, the couch in the front room, and then finishing up in the kitchen.
It’s a lethal desire that can’t be satiated, but I try anyway as I drive into her on the kitchen counter, her sexy moans the only thing that can explain how I can still possibly be getting harder inside of her.
I keep my cum at bay while hers floods my dick, pulling her down from the counter and bending her over against the dining table. She doesn’t waste time fucking me back as hard as I fuck her, her demands of, “Harder,” and, “Faster,” all I need to hear as I obey her every word.
Everything is moving in fast motion, and she’s coming again all of a sudden, and before I even know what’s happening she’s coming up from under me and pushing me against the table.
She slides down, flicks her tongue against the tip of my dick and then pulls the rest into her mouth.
She fucks me like she’s mad at me, and she probably is but I’ll take it because nothing has ever felt this good before.
I’m losing my grip of reality as she continues her assault on my dick, but I officially feel like I’m going to combust when she runs her finger through my asshole.
At first, there’s an adjustment period for me, then she does it a few more times and I fall flat against the table as a sensation so life altering channels through me.
She still impressively manages to continue her work even with me on the table, and she only lets go when my cum charges out of my dick all over her tongue which she quickly swallows.
“That was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be able to speak for a while.