Page 36 of Sportsball is for Lovers

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You’re allowed to come,” I add. “But only on my tongue.”

She squirms. “Sir…”

With my hand on her ankle, I edge her legs apart a bit so I can get between them. I slide my other hand up her leg, teasing, taunting, until I reach the fabric between her legs.

The satin covering her pussy is damp and I breathe in deep, pressing my forehead to her belly over the bodice of her dress. Her rich scent goes straight to my cock, thickening in my suit pants.

“Sir, please,” Sadie whispers.

“Please what?” I ask conversationally as my fingers slip beneath the satin.

Her slick skin feels so soft and smooth against my fingertips, and I release her ankle to press the heel of my hand against my dick. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. It’s always about her.

This is what gets me going like nothing else. My entire world narrows to focus on her pleasure. That’s the only thing that matters: making her come as many times as possible.

And given our two nights together… yeah, I’m learning what she needs.

Ducking my head beneath her skirt, I pull her panties to the side and dive in, licking at her smooth flesh. Sadie gasps out loud at the first touch of my tongue to her skin.

She tastes even better than I remember, the rich musk flooding my mouth and overriding my senses. There’s nothing I love more than the taste of a woman, her soft pants and moans as I bring her to the brink.

My fingertips caress her legs and thick thighs as she quivers above me. The fabric of her dress falls down my back, half-covering me.

If anyone were to happen upon us, there’s no denying what we’re getting up to.

And even though I don’t have an exhibitionism kink, the thought that someone might catch us like this has my blood boiling.

I suck and lick at her sweet folds and am rewarded with the most beautiful pant. My fingers slide through her slickness, opening her up further for me. Sadie adjusts her stance, widening her legs and letting me in.

Sliding a finger inside her, I devour her shiver and allow her to acclimate before I pull back and thrust back in. When she’s ready, I add a second finger and crook them, searching for that spot where⁠—

She groans, long and loud, and I smirk against her pussy, thrusting against the place that makes her shake above me.

Her hand falls to my fabric-covered head, pressing me closer to her. There’s no better way to die than with a woman’s thighs smothering my face.

But there will be time to enjoy this later. Right now, it’s got to be quick and dirty. I lick at her with purpose, my fingers thrusting fast and ruthless.

In a matter of minutes, she’s crying out, her pussy spasming around my fingers. I don’t relent, sucking at her slick skin until every last drop of her pleasure is mine.

Only then do I withdraw from beneath her dress, bringing my fingers to my mouth to suck them clean.

Sadie lets out a feeble moan, leaning against the wall like she’d collapse without it there behind her.

My eyes on hers, I adjust her panties to cover her pussy, then fluff the skirt of her full ballgown around her.

“Feeling better?” I ask casually as I rise to my feet, dusting off my pants.

Her pulse thunders in her neck. “I—you—fuck.”

“Is that an offer?” I ask mildly.

“Yes? No?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and covers her forehead with the back of her hand, like she’s trying to hide but can’t quite manage it.

“I don’t like you,” she finally says.