Page 16 of Not My Coach

As he slides out, his palms find the soreness of my ass once again, kneading with roughness, then with care as he buries himself inside of me.

His hand snakes around my neck, and he places my new favorite necklace around my throat, lifting me up to his chest and melding our bodies into one as he fucks me with a passion that I wasn’t expecting. When I throw my head back against his chest, he bites my shoulder and licks it, devouring me as every fiber of my being begins vibrating.

“Oh God, Nate,” I moan.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. His voice is vicious as he says, “Don’t you dare look away from me.”

He holds me up against his chest, cupping one breast and tugging on my nipple, while his other hand chokes me, and I think if this is how I’m taken out of this world, I will be happy doing so at his mercy.

His pace speeds up, and his cock feels like it grows thicker inside of me as he fucks me relentlessly. The sound of our flesh smacking together sings in our ears as I unravel around him.

“NAAATE!” I scream over and over, holding his darkened stare as a bomb explodes inside of me, tearing every cell apart in my body before piecing it back together with pleasure.

Oh God, I’ve never felt anything like this. This is fucking … euphoria.

He stays bottomed out in me as my breathing finally begins to slow, and I scoot forward, prepared to finish him off with my mouth, when his fingers dig into my hips and hold me in place.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. We aren’t done yet,” he growls.

This is the craving I have been searching for my whole life. I never want to stop. God, I would give anything to stay here forever. She might think she’s at her limit, but I think she has more fight in her than even she knows.

“You’re going to give me one more, baby,” I say, pulling her hips back to me. “You’re going to take me until I come, and I’m going to paint your skin with the proof of what you do to me.”

“Nate,” she mumbles wearily, but the fire in her eyes is burning even brighter than before.

“Stay where you are,” I tell her as I step off of the bed and walk over to the pile of clothes I left, grabbing my tie.

She is watching me with messy and chaotic hair, a reddened ass, and bite marks on her shoulder, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.

Walking back over, I stand directly behind her and wrap my tie around her throat, fisting it in my hand behind her head. “You stop me if it’s too much, Evie. Do you understand?”

She gulps and looks back at me with a challenging smirk. “Yes.”

“Good. Because I’m going to use you until I come. Rough and fast and however I like,” I groan and sink into her, feeling her still struggle to stretch around me.

Tugging at the tie, I lose my mind and control for the girl who somehow convinced me to bring her home tonight, although I don’t know how much convincing she really needed. Luck. Fate. Call it whatever you want. It’s perfect.

Pulling out, I slam into her tight pussy over and over again, feeling my balls tighten, and I know I won’t be able to hold out for much longer.

“Oh God, Nate. Fuck,” she screams and cries out as I bottom out in her repeatedly, slapping her ass with my free hand.

God, it looks so pretty, decorated in shades of pink and red.

She looks up at me, and I’m a fucking goner. I pull out of her and pump myself as I spill onto her back.

Nothing can ever top this. Nothing will ever top this. And I’m scared that this girl just ruined me for the rest of my life.

She tries to stand up, but I push down on her shoulder blades, keeping her in place.

“Don’t move.”

Walking over to my bathroom, I grab a towel. When I step back into my bedroom, my breath is sucked from my lungs. She is perfect. Her cheeks are flushed—both sets, I might add. Her hair is tousled, and her lips are swollen from my kiss.

How is this supposed to work again? One night? I only get one night with her?

She shivers as I clean off her back, wipe between her legs, and clean her ass, seeing deep red marks that are definitely going to leave bruises on her skin. At least she won’t be able to wipe those off, and I get to leave my mark on her, even after this is over.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

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