Page 36 of Not My Coach
“Fuck,” I growl into her mouth and hastily unbutton and unzip my pants, dropping them to my ankles.
We don’t have time to make this pretty; we have to do this fast, and that’s fine by me. As long as I can have her again, I’m happy.
“I’m going to be rough with you, Evie, rougher and faster than I have been. Let’s see how ready that sweet little pussy of yours is for me.”
Grabbing her hips, I bunch her dress up and lift it to her waist, exposing her needy little cunt. Bending down, I lift her right knee up and hook it over my left elbow.
With my free hand, I slide two fingers up her center. “Fucking hell, Evie, you’re soaking wet. Hopefully, you didn’t leave a mark on your chair.”
She whines as I push two fingers inside of her, warming her up and getting her ready.
“Oh God, Nate. Right there,” she moans as I find that perfect angle, bringing her to the edge of euphoria.
“There you go, baby. Come for me,” I grunt into her parted lips as her pussy grips my fingers, sailing into bliss.
“Oh fuuuck. Yes, please, yes!” she cries out, and I smile, knowing she’s been desperate for that release as much as I have.
Hooking her other leg over my right arm, I lift her into the air, sandwiched between the wall and me. Pulling away slightly, I spit and watch it fall, wetting my tip.
“Since you were such a brat tonight, Evie, you don’t get to come again until I tell you to. You will fight that release with everything you have until I tell you it’s okay to let go. Got it?” I ask, and her sultry eyes widen.
“I-I’ve never d-done that before,” she whispers, and I push my tip inside of her.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I enter her, stopping once my tip is fully in.
“I mean it, Evie. If I feel you start to come, I will stop. Now, be a good girl, and when the time comes, beg me for it.”
Holy mother of God, I am going to marry this man.
He slides into me, and the slightest pressure burns as his girth stretches me inch by inch. Fuck, I missed this. I missed how incredible it feels, having him so deep inside of me. I can feel him in my fucking stomach.
“Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?” He lifts me with his arms and slowly lowers me back down on his cock.
My head falls forward, cradled in his neck, as he raises me again and thrusts up as he drops me onto him.
“Oh fuck!” I shout, feeling him further inside of me with every thrust.
Oh God, he’s never been this deep before. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like he’s in every cell of my body.
“Do you remember what you said before you ran out of my office, Evie?” His tone is teasing, yet his voice is stern.
“I didn’t mean that, Nate. I was just trying to— oh shit.”
He picks up his pace, bouncing me off his cock hard and fast.
“I know what you were doing. And guess what. It worked.” Somehow, he talks smoothly while fucking me mercilessly, using my body and filling me as I fall delirious with ecstasy. “Has anyone touched my pussy?”
Oh fuck. I wasn’t ready for him to claim me like that, and his words send tingles down my entire body, like a jolt of electricity, amplifying the pleasure.
“Yours?” I pant out, feeling my orgasm build in my core, growing fast.
He freezes and looks into my eyes. Possession and hunger stare back at me.
“Tell me who owns that pretty pink pussy, Evie,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”
He adjusts his hold of me, and something snaps inside of him.
His hands cup the top of my ass and he squeezes roughly and starts bottoming out in me, over and over and over again until the only sound filling the room is his name on my lips.
