Page 11 of Not My Coach

Her eyes darken, and a spark flashes in them as she once again reaches for my belt. “Do you know what would really turn me on right now?”

“What’s that?” I tease, and she undoes my belt and pulls it free from the loops.

She smirks menacingly, and I love that the feisty side of her wants to play.

She drops down onto her knees, and I try to memorize the image before me. Because I’m going to need to revisit it repeatedly after this night is over. Her dark hair is pushed behind her ears, and her breasts are pushed together with her hands out in front of her as she sets the belt on the ground beside her. I make a mental note that I want to bring that with us to the bedroom.

She slides her fingers along the waistline of my pants and hooks them into it, tugging them down past my knees, leaving me looking ridiculous in my shirt, jacket, tie, boxers, and black socks.

She pushes my shirt up and finds the edge of my black underwear, and the slightest contact of her hands against my skin has me pulsing against her forearm as she begins to tug them down.

“I want you to fuck my mouth and make me take it all,” she hums, looking straight up at me, and I worry that we might not even make it into the bedroom.

This man has to be imaginary. Brad must have slipped me drugs, and I’m having a crazy hallucination with the man of my dreams. Because there is no other logical explanation for the night that is playing out in front of me.

“You think you can handle all of it?” he retorts arrogantly, and I know he’s baiting me, but I take it happily anyway.

“Find out,” I whisper up at him as I release his cock from its restraints, my mouth wetting with anticipation as it springs free and slaps against his stomach.

Jesus Christ.

Maybe I can’t actually handle all of it. The length maybe, but the thickness, it’s practically as wide as my fucking forearm.

He smiles at me, flashing shiny white teeth at me, like a predator, and, dear God, am I happy to be his prey.

Pushing his boxers down, he kicks them off, discarding them to the side with his pants and belt.

Gulping, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, feeling his moan vibrate into my hand. My fingers struggle to stretch around his girth; I’m unable to touch my fingertips together as I attempt to close my hand around him.

He twitches his dick in my hand, and I look up to find a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Do you like what you see?”

He knows he’s fucking huge.

He wants my validation. He can earn it first.

Shrugging, I use my best poker face and say, “It’s all right.”

He laughs for real this time and pushes his hips forward, using my hand for his own pleasure.

Taking over, I pump his shaft to the base and back to the tip. He groans in approval.

Inching forward, I stick my tongue out inches from his tip and look up in his dark eyes.

“Such a tease,” he growls and runs his hand through the top of my hair. He grabs the hair at the back of my head roughly, sending bolts of pleasure, mixed with pain, straight to my core.

“You want me, baby? Then, you’ll take me,” he groans and juts his hips forward, pulling my head closer to him in one motion.

He thrusts himself into my mouth, gliding over my tongue and forcing his way down my throat. The corners of my mouth burn as I struggle to take more of him. My chest tightens as my airway is completely cut off.

Oh God, it’s too much. I’ve always been relatively good at fighting my gag reflex, but I’m losing that battle right now.

Coughing, he pulls back enough for me to take a breath before placing both hands on the back of my head and hitting the back of my throat again.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. God, your mouth is fucking heaven,” he groans, and I close my eyes to try to concentrate on not heaving.

He fucks my mouth harder, and his next demand runs through my entire body, raising all of my hairs on end. “Open those pretty eyes of yours.”

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