Page 13 of Not My Coach

“Not yet, you greedy girl,” he teases and slaps his dick against me once more. “I need you to do something for me first.”

I would agree to practically anything at this point if it means he will fuck me. His abs are toned, like the kind of muscle you build over years of dedication and practice. His body is his craft, and it’s a goddamn masterpiece.

“Spread your legs,” his voice commands with enough force that I feel his words more than just hear them.

I’ve never really been on display like this before for anyone. Sure, plenty of guys have seen me completely naked. But they’ve never stepped back and attempted to memorize every curve and line that I have.

Parting my knees, I slowly open up to him. Which, apparently, is not fast enough.

His hands wrap around my thighs and force them as far apart as they can stretch. “There we go. Exactly what I want to see.”

Grabbing my ankle, he lifts my foot to his mouth and places kisses along my inner foot, leading up my calf and to the inseam of my thigh, each press of his lips feeling hotter and closer to the one place I want him.

He hums against my inner thigh as his cheek grazes my entrance, and I squirm at the slightest contact, grinding to get any friction I can find.

Bending over, he kisses the lace band on my black thong, then grabs it between his fingers, and my head flies up as I hear him tear them apart. A flash of black flies toward the chair where his jacket lies, and my jaw falls in shock and in fucking arousal.

First off, now, I don’t have any panties. Rude.

Second off, I think I might be in love with this man.

He shrugs and purses his lips. “You look better without them anyway.”

While I’m still in shock and completely caught off guard, he takes advantage of it and drops his head between my thighs, his stubble and beard dragging up them until his tongue lashes out and licks me from bottom to top.

“Mmm, I could eat you forever and never tire of your sweetness, sweetheart.” He enunciates with a tone that can only be described as feral before he shows me exactly how much he’s been holding back.

His tongue dives into me, and he sucks up every drop of my arousal before sliding a finger into me, then a second, and I pulse around them, begging for more.

He circles them inside me as his tongue latches on to my clit and massages it with fervent lashes.

“Oh God.” My head drops onto the bed, and my eyes slam shut.

He drops to his knees, hooks his arms under my legs, and pulls me forward tighter against his mouth, like he can’t bring me close enough to him. He said I was greedy, but he is the perfect example of the word as he sinks two fingers back inside of me, thrusting with precision that has my toes curling.

“Fucking hell, Nate,” I moan loudly as the pressure continues to build inside of me.

He freezes, and my heart drops.

Oh God. What?

Sitting up, I open my eyes and find him staring me down like a lion does to its prey. His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them yet, and his chest is heaving with beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

My bottom lip trembles as I try to form any word in my goddamn vocabulary. “A-are you o-okay?” I ask, panting.

He places his knees between my legs, his thick and needy cock erect and pulsing as he leans over me, and holds himself up with his hands on each side of my head.

His face seems to be flashing through a thousand emotions at once, like he can’t decide what to feel or do. But when he finally does, my heart flutters and body hums at the obsessive gleam in his eye.

His lips crash against mine, his tongue instantly delving into my mouth. He sucks my lip between his teeth and bites, sending a sharp sting of pain that feels so good.

His forearms flex as he rocks his hips, his cock grinding against my sex. My eyes flutter to the back of my head. I need to feel him. Now.

“Say my name. Again. A thousand times over as I fuck you. I want to hear it like a prayer on your lips, like I am your god.”

All I can do is nod as my core tightens from his words.

He stares down at me like we didn’t just meet tonight, like I’ve known him for far longer than a handful of hours. He stares at me like I’m his, to play with, to use as he pleases.

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