Page 14 of Not My Coach

My pussy flutters at the thought of this happening more than once. Hands down, it has already been the best sex of my life, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Please.” The word whimpers past my lips before I even realize it, and his lips tip up.

“Begging for it, sweetheart? I think I like when you beg for my cock.” He balances his weight on one arm and dances his fingers of his other hand over my shoulder and up my neck.

He pins me to the bed with his hand and squeezes hard, just the way I like it.

“Is that too much?” he whispers into my ear, and I shake my head. “Do you like it rough?”

Nodding, I bite down on my bottom lip and mumble, “Yes.”

“You seemed to like when I slapped your ass. Do you like when I spank you?” His voice is husky and raw with desire. “Do you like when I choke you?”

I nod, which is not enough consent, apparently, as he demands me to say it.

“Tell me.” He tightens his hand on my throat, and I groan, the vibration dancing between us.

He lightens up for a second so I can answer him without shame or nerves because he makes me feel so comfortable. “I like when you spank me, and I like when you choke me.”

“Mmm. Music to my ears, Evie.” His grasp on my throat tightens, and my back arches, pressing my breasts against his chest. “I want to be rough with you. But I don’t want to cross a line with you. If you don’t like something, tap my wrist twice or use a safe word, okay?”

I nod, and he glares at me.

“Okay, if I don’t like something or it’s too much, I’ll use a code word,” I admit, completely losing focus on our conversation as he begins circling his hips against me.

“And that is?” he demands with a smirk, knowing he’s driving me fucking crazy right now.

I name the first thing I can think of, “Brad.”

He squints at me. “Your safe word while I’m fucking you is not going to be some other guy’s name, Evie. Try again.”

“Okay, fine. Alfredo,” I mumble incoherently as he finds the perfect motion against my clit, and I move with him, desperate to feel more.

He chuckles and bends down. His wet tongue runs up the length of my neck, and I throw my head back, moaning.

“Fine. Alfredo it is.”

He tugs my nipple, and I gasp into his mouth as his lips hover above me, brushing against mine.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I can hear the desire in his voice that he wants my answer to be yes, which it is.

“Yes.” I stick my tongue out and run it along his bottom lip.

“Good, because I think I might have died if I couldn’t feel you with nothing between us.”

As ready as I am to feel all of him, I’m fucking nervous about him fitting. I’ve never been with someone so big.

“Your brows are furrowing. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says, grabbing his cock and sliding it up and down my slit, soaking it in my arousal.

With a panting breath, I answer honestly, “I’m nervous you’ll be too much for me to handle.”

He smiles and lines the tip up with my entrance. “Oh, you are going to do so fucking good. We’ll start with the tip and take it slow. But trust me, baby, I’ll get you there.”

I nod, and my body feels like it’s floating with ecstasy as he pushes through my wetness. Fucking hell, it already feels like too much.

“Breathe, baby. I’m just getting started,” he whispers hoarsely into my ear, sending goose bumps spreading down my neck.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and tugs. I moan, and he sinks further inside of me, molding me completely to him with each thick inch until I’m sure my body can’t take any more of him.

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