“That might be the best orgasm I’ve had in ages. You could make a living eating pussy,” Bella praised.
He gently pulled his fingers free, removed his mouth from her pussy, and wiped his face. Her sex was soaking wet and puffy, and he could practically see her lips throb.
“Get up here,” she commanded.
Phil crawled onto the bed. When he was within reach, she kissed him and then giggled.
“Damn, I taste good,” she said.
“I agree.”
Bella kissed him again.
“You better be ready for the blowjob of your life because you’ve earned it.”
She rolled him onto his back and had his jeans and underwear around his thighs with practiced ease. Then her warm wet lips touched him, and all thoughts left him. She used his playbook as she slowly, teasingly enveloped the crown of his cock. Phil did what came naturally and thrust his hips forward, wanting to go deeper. Bella had given enough head that she didn’t fall for that. She’d wrapped her hand around the base of his cock so he didn’t choke her. Otherwise, he would have plunged his rod into her throat.
She leisurely took more and more of his length, just a bit at a time, engulfing him gradually. The sensations overloaded his system; all he could do was flex his hips to try to help her. He watched as her lips stretched around his shaft as it plunged in and out of her mouth.
After what seemed like forever, Bella did what no girl had done before: she took his whole length in her mouth.
Her nose was buried in his pubic area as his balls rested on
her chin. Then she swished her tongue back and forth, with the tip washing the twins. Then, slowly, she pulled back.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven!” Phil proclaimed.
She pulled all the way off and examined his cock. It gleamed wetly in the open air.
“It’s the perfect size to suck. I hate it when cocks are too small. I want to feel it as it enters my throat.”
Bella descended, quickly and purposefully, to envelop his length again. She held all of it in her mouth for another endless moment, then bobbed her head up and down, taking his whole length into her with each downward motion. She did so eagerly, and Phil responded as actively with his hips fucking her face with abandon.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!”
He took her head in his hands and held her in place as he pushed himself deep, deep into her throat. Bella hummed to add just that extra vibration to help him reach his peak. She pulled off and descended one last time, but on her own terms as he held his hips in place. She took his entirety one last time and then swallowed. Cum erupted again and again—again, again, again, and yet again into her greedy throat.
Bella let him fall from her lips as he began to get soft.
Phil wondered what was in store if this had happened before the party seriously kicked off.
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Chapter 32
After setting up Roc, his brother, and Bill, David began to work the party. Bryant had given him a list of the recruits at the top of USC’s wish list for this weekend. At the top was the third-rated running back in the country, Ashton Brown.
He was a local kid who went to Beverly Hills High School and had offers from all the big boys. It looked like it would come down to UCLA or USC since he wanted to stay close to home. What made Ashton a five-star athlete was that he had already shown he had a college-ready body at six feet and 200 pounds. He could run with both power and explosive speed. Last year, he’d run track and come in second at state in the hundred-meter dash.
His host was Chuy, who was hanging with the other freshman football players.
“Are you guys hungry? I’m hungry,” David announced as he walked up.
“I could eat,” Bear agreed.
David led them into the kitchen so they could load up their plates, and they went out onto the patio to eat. David introduced them to various celebrities. He had an irresistible, devastating grin when Isabel Alexandra, who’d been in his James Bond and Baywatch movies, appeared.
Seeing Isabel always made him happy, but seeing her with her best friend was a treat.
“Package check!” Groper—the name David had given her—called out as she cupped Ashton’s crotch.
Everyone froze, and David’s smile got bigger when she did a two-handed check on both Chuy and Big Cat.
“Looks like we have three keepers,” Groper said and then turned to David, “Miss me?”
He let her fondle his junk for a moment before she turned on the other guys.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed when she discovered that Bear was seriously packing. “You stay far away from me with that monster.”
“I’m going to change into a swimsuit. I’ll see you later,”
Isabel said, and dragging Groper off with her.
“What just happened?” Ashton asked.
“You had your package checked. Welcome to a Hollywood party,” David said.
“David Dawson!” said a distinctive female voice he instantly recognized.
David turned around and found Jett, the lead singer for Birthrite, grinning at him. He gave her a hug and introduced her to the guys. Crystal and her sorority sisters recognized her, so they got introduced as well. David was glad to see Jim and Cassidy had joined them.
“How is dating different in college than in high school?”
Ashton asked the group.
For some reason, everyone turned to David for the answer. That question hung there like a deadly dare, so he took it.
“For a college athlete, it’s like becoming a sports fisherman. While all men like to fish, sport fishing differs from fishing for food. They catch it and take it around the party or bar to show their friends they can fish. They make sure to get a couple of selfies to share with their buddies who might not be there because their friends need to know they have game. Then, unlike in high school, where they’re just happy to have caught one, and they keep it, in college, they release it back into the wild,” David explained.
“Then how do college athletes get girlfriends?” Jim asked, playing the straight man.
Someone knew him too well and so chose to egg him on for more information. It reminded him of when they’d tell outlandish stories during lunch in high school.
“That’s a good question. Those are the fish that jump back into the boat. They’re flopping on the deck and look at
you and ask, ‘I was wondering if you planned to go fishing here again next week?’ If you’re smart, you’ll say, ‘Yeah, for other fish; now get off my boat.’
“Then we fall for the ‘Is that how you treat all fish?’ line.
We all know you can’t say what you want, which would be,
‘What the fuck, honey? You’re the last fish I ever wanted to be with.’ So, like the dumbasses we are, we’re now stuck.
Then six months later, your fish is like, ‘So, when are you going to sell your boat?’” David said.
‘Note to self. Remember that Cassidy has one good arm, and stand on her other side,’ David thought as pain exploded in his ribs.
One of those life lessons was that you had to know your crowd when you told certain jokes. That point was hammered home when Crystal turned on her heels and disappeared into the crowd.
“Something you should all remember is that the fishing thing is a two-way street,” Taylor said to save him.
David excused himself to go find Crystal.
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He found her in the living room, looking unhappy.
“Can we talk?” David asked.
She gave him an unreadable look.