Zain's POV
Today is my soccer match against our most hated team, the Snakes. Their name suits their behavior. They're the most vicious team in our state, known for injuring their opponents, cheating, bribing referees, or hooking up with the other team's family or friends.
We arrived at the field, and the Snakes were already warming up. The game wouldn't start for another 45 minutes, so my team changed and joined them on the field to warm up.
I brought Dana along. She's wearing the shortest jean shorts, barely covering her ass, and a tiny sports bra—exposing herself to me and everyone else. I can't help getting turned on. I have a lot on my mind: I hate playing this team, I had a sex dream last night about how hard I fucked Xhani, and I didn't get a chance to pleasure myself before coming here. Now I'm sexually frustrated.
I'm glad Dana's here, looking like that, because I don't think I can control my desires anymore.
I walk over to Coach and tell him I need some time off but will be back before the match starts. He doesn't like the idea but agrees.
"You have 30 minutes, Zain. Whatever it is, sort it out and get back on the field," Coach Taylor yells.
I just nod and head toward Dana, who's rubbing sunscreen on her exposed thighs.
"I need you to come with me, baby girl," I say, extending my hand.
"Is everything okay, Zain? Don't you need to warm up before the match?" she asks, taking my hand.
"I do, but I also need to warm this dick, or I won't be able to play," I reply, not even looking at her. I take her hand and lead her to the changing room.
"Oh, you want me to release your tension before your match?" Dana says seductively.
"Yes. Now, can you handle that, or should I find someone else?" I tease.
She pushes me onto the bench in the boys' changing room and drops to her knees, placing her hands over my cock through my soccer shorts. She starts stroking me gently, then stands and kisses me softly.
No offense to her, but I'm in a hurry. I grab the back of her neck, kiss her forcefully, then push her head down toward my cock. Dana gets the hint. She pulls my shorts down, and my dick springs out, smacking against her lips. She opens her mouth wide enough for me but only teases the tip.
"Baby girl, no time for foreplay. I need your goddamn mouth on my dick, or you can leave," I snap, running out of patience.
Dana sees I'm serious. She opens her mouth and takes my entire cock. I moan in pleasure, throwing my head back as she works. She sucks me deep, my tip brushing her throat. I pick up the pace, slamming my dick hard at the back of her throat. I know it hurts, but I don't care. As I fuck her mouth, I see tears rolling down her cheeks, but I ignore them. I'm close to the edge when my phone starts ringing, distracting me. Glancing at the screen, it's Xhani calling. I ignore it and keep thrusting, pressing Dana's head down. She struggles, trying to come up for air, but I keep pushing until the phone rings again. That moment of distraction lets her shove my hand away and gasp for air. I set my phone to silent and ignore Xhani's calls.
"What the hell, Zain?" Dana asks, looking defeated.
"What, can't handle my cock?" I taunt.
"You've never been this rough," she says, tears forming in her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up or leave. If you don't do what I want, I'll get my pleasure elsewhere," I snap, standing to pull my shorts up.
Dana walks up to me, crying against my chest. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just haven't seen you this rough before," she says tearfully.
"If you don't want someone else sucking my dick, be a good girl and get back down there with no more complaints," I order.
She drops to her knees again. While I remain standing, she closes her eyes and sucks me with renewed effort. I throw my head back, enjoying the moment, picturing Xhani's face. Then I get another message notification. I tell Dana to continue, pick up my phone, and see multiple texts from Xhani. Frustrated, I toss the phone aside and focus on imagining Xhani's mouth on my dick.
I grab Dana's hair and thrust vigorously, ignoring her pain. Finally, I explode in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Xhani, you're the best," I moan aloud.
Dana stands abruptly, fury and tears in her eyes. Regret hits me—I forgot I was loud.
"Hey, look—" I start.
"Were you imagining Xhani the whole time I was sucking you?" she demands, voice thick with hurt.
I say nothing. She stares at me tearfully, then turns and runs out of the changing room. I regret hurting her, but I can't help some things. I yank my shorts back on, pick up my phone, and glance at the messages. One text from Xhani worries me. I grab my keys and dash out of the changing room, driving as fast as I can to her place. I just hope she's okay.
When I arrive, I ring the bell. She opens the door and practically throws herself at me, sobbing.
"Hey, Princess, what happened? Are you okay? Did something happen?" I ask, frantic. She says nothing, just cries.
"What happened, Princess? You're scaring me," I say again, cupping her face in my hands.
She slowly takes something from her pocket, and I see what it is. Shock paralyzes me momentarily, but this isn't the first time someone's ended up pregnant by me.
"Don't worry, Princess. We'll get rid of this. I won't let you keep the baby," I tell her, pulling her in for a hug.