“Fuck… you think you can— ah, mierda—” The words fracture in your throat. Thick Spanish accent cracking raw as another powerful suck drags you closer to the edge. Your abs lock in tight, torso bending involuntarily when his mouth hits something sensitive. This is intense. He knows what he’s doing.
One hand is fisted in his hair to hold your waning dominance, while the other is braced against the locker room wall. Your hips keep jerking forward of their own accord, chasing the wet heat of heaven between his lips. Even as your pride snarls that you are who you are, you do not break, you do not lose like this.
Rest of the story coming soon.