Page 15 of Not My Coach

He switches to my other nipple, licking, and biting and sucking until my high starts to build inside of me again, racing to the edge.

“You are so fucking beautiful, flushed and stretched around my cock. Don’t you feel it—how perfectly we fit together?” He slides out slightly before gently thrusting forward, taking it slow to let me adjust to him.

But even the slightest movement has me clenching the comforter in my fingers and my core tightening.

My eyes drift shut as he begins to pick up his pace, arching his back as he pulls out and then thrusts forward, filling me to absolute capacity.

“Oh fuck. Naaaate,” I moan over and over, and he speeds up with my every moan.

“Fucking look at you. Goddamn perfection, sweetheart,” he growls, and his hand flies to my throat, wrapping around and squeezing until I’m seeing stars.

He grabs my ankle with his other hand and lifts my leg up onto his shoulder, somehow sinking even deeper inside of me.

“Oh God!” I cry out as he completely bottoms out inside of me. “Nate, fuck!”

Any restraint he had before is long gone, and, fuck, I didn’t realize how much he was holding back. He slides out, leaving only his tip in me, and then thrusts into me hard and fast. Again and again and again.

“Nate, Nate, Nate, I’m going to …”

He rubs my clit, and I fly off the edge as my orgasm crashes the world to the ground around me.

“Oh FUCK!” I scream, and it echoes in the room.

He doesn’t slow. He fucks me through my high with his hand tightly wound around my throat until the room is full of pretty stars and I’m in a whole new galaxy.

“That’s it. Now, give me another one,” he orders before I’ve even come down from the first one.

Shaking my head, I say, “I can’t.” I pant, “I just did.”

He slows his thrusts for a moment and loosens his grip on my throat. “We can stop if you want, Evie. As much as I want to stay buried in your pretty pink pussy, I will stop if you want me to.”

The pad of his thumb brushes against my nipple, and I know my answer. I want him to take me as far as I can fucking go. Fuck me until I pass out for all I care. This cannot be over yet.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop, Nate,” I moan, and the most devilish smile spreads across his reddened lips.

“That’s my girl. Now, get on all fours,” he growls and slides out of me.

“Fuck, Evie, your ass is so fucking juicy,” he says, and a sharp sting radiates through me as he slaps it hard. “What a good girl you are, Evie.” Slap. “Spread your knees for me.” Slap. “I wish you could see how perfect you are, bent over for me.” He rapid-fire slaps against my now-sore cheeks, alternating each one.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

My whimpers and moans are a force of their own, filling the room like a choir.

His cock bounces against my ass, and I push back, desperate to feel its fullness again.

“Tell me,” he demands and strikes my right cheek.

I know what he wants, and, fuck, am I happy to give it to him. “I want your cock, Nate. Plea?—”

He plows into me, and that intense and overwhelming fullness takes over every sensation in my body.

“Evieee,” he grounds out between his teeth as he bottoms out in me and stays still.

His dick twitches inside of me, and that alone nearly sends me spiraling into heaven—or maybe hell. As long as he takes me there, I don’t care where I’m going.

He lays his body over mine, blanketing me, and whispers into my ear, “You feel so fucking good, clenching around my cock, baby.”

He sits up, and I wait for him to move.

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