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As soon as he did, she
sucked him into her warm, wet mouth. “Fuck!”
    She hummed and he wondered how soon he was going to make a
fool of himself. No one but him had touched his dick in months and having this
gorgeous, young thing sucking him off was fucking fantastic. He concentrated on
breathing and tried to think of something, anything to keep his balls from
exploding.
    Sydney swallowed more of him and he swore viciously. Pulling
off, she smiled up at him. “I take it you approve?”
    “God, yes, you’re incredible,” he answered, groaning when
she took him inside again. JT was forced to recite stats in his head to avoid
coming too soon. He didn’t want this incredible thing to end.
    He looked down again and saw Sydney’s hair falling over his
thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. Her eyes were closed as she suckled him.
Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder and he fought the instinctive
urge to grab the back of her head to force her farther onto his cock. JT still
couldn’t believe what was happening—this girl couldn’t be more than twenty-one
or twenty-two and yet here she was, on her knees, blowing a forty-six-year-old
divorced dude.
    When their flirtation had started, it had never been his
intention for it to actually go anywhere—he just liked the flirtatious banter.
She had a quick wit and was easy on the eyes. What wasn’t to like about that?
But now that she was here, giving him a killer hummer she appeared to be
enjoying immensely, who was he to question things?
    Try as he might, he couldn’t hold off the orgasm currently
working its way down his spine, through his balls and up through his cock. He
knew he should warn her before coming in her mouth, but then it was all
happening and she just kept her lips tight around his shaft, milking every drop
of cum he had, before leaning back and licking her lips as if she’d just eaten
the most erotic popsicle ever.
    JT leaned his head on the back of the chair. He hadn’t come
that hard in a long time. Jesus, he couldn’t remember when the last time had
been, and he was seeing stars. “Holy shit.”
    “I love the taste of your cum,” Sydney purred, and he opened
his eyes to stare at her. She swept a thumb over the corner of her lip before
inserting the digit into her mouth and he nearly lost it again. Most women, if
they deigned to swallow at all, complained about the taste of semen, and he’d
always wanted to point out their pussy juice wasn’t delicious either, but
figured discretion was the better part of valor.
    “Um, thank you…” What are you supposed to say when a girl
has just extolled the virtues of your cum?
    “Mmmm, glad I was able to provide you with assistance.”
Sydney tucked him back into his khakis and zipped him up. He fumbled with his
belt as she stood and smoothed down her skirt.
    “Do you want me to—” He motioned toward her, still so unable
to believe this was happening his normally eloquent words escaped him.
    Sydney shrugged. “No need.”
    “Are you sure? I mean, if you’re worried about whether or
not I can make you come…”
    “It’s not that, I promise. But seriously, don’t worry about
it. I had fun.” With that parting comment, she walked out of the press box,
leaving JT staring after her, his mouth opening and closing like some demented
fish. After a couple of minutes, he jammed his laptop into his backpack and
headed out to the empty parking lot.
    * * * * *
    It wasn’t until most of the way through the next home game
that JT even caught a glimpse of Sydney, despite the bordering-on-pathetic
vigil he was keeping to get his fill of gazing at her young, shapely body. When
she smiled at him, his dick jumped every damn time and he had to keep pushing
farther underneath the desk to hide his woody. She smirked as if she knew
exactly what effect she was having on him, and hell, maybe she did.
    He’d just finished filing his story when he heard her say
good night to the guy from the small sports-focused