Page 28 of Not My Coach

Her breathing is just as erratic as mine as she parts her legs slightly.

With the palm of my hand, I smack the outside of her thigh with force, and she yelps. “I said, open them, Evie.”

She nods with hooded eyes and pushes her legs apart until I can see her pretty pink pussy glistening in the light.

“If you make one sound, I’m not going to let you come. Do you understand me?” My voice is husky and raw as my fingers undo my tie.

She nods, and I bring my hand up high before smacking the inside of her thigh, a red handprint forming.

“Do I need to remind you to use your words?” I slap her other bare thigh, and she gasps.

“I understand you,” she whispers.

Placing my tie between her teeth, I give her no chance to prepare, bending over and licking her pretty pussy. Fuck, she tastes so damn good.

“Ahh,” she whimpers quietly, and I nibble at her clit, biting hard enough to elicit a spark of pain.

Her hips buck, and she throws her head up.

“Be quiet then.” I meet her blazing eyes with warning.

My tongue laps her up, savoring every single inch of her delicious cunt. Sliding one finger inside of her, I can feel just how wet and ready she is for me. One finger turns into two, and I start fingering her torturously slow.

She grinds her hips, itching for more friction. She is so fucking eager, and my cock twitches in response.

Dropping my trousers to my ankles, I stand up to my full height, towering over the girl I can’t get enough of.

Pumping myself, I step closer to her and slap her clit with my cock. She jumps, and I grunt with approval.

“You wanted to find out if it was a fluke, huh?” I lightly slap the inside of her thigh, following it with three more slaps, each progressively harder.

She nods and licks her parted and panting lips. “Yes.”

I push inside of her, but my tip barely gets in before she struggles to take me. She is so goddamn tight.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I hum.

Placing the pad of my thumb against her clit, I rub her in circles, feeling her body open up to mine almost immediately. When she finally has half of me inside of her, I start moving, thrusting slowly.

She bites down on the tie, and I know she wants to cry out, but I’m so proud of her for keeping it together. Although it’s about to get a whole lot harder.

Pulling out to the tip, I slam into her, completely bottoming out. She stretches around me, molding to each and every vein on my cock.

She throws her head back and whimpers as her teeth clench harder onto the tie.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see those tits bounce for me.” Pulling out, I roll my hips and stretch her all over again as I plunge deep inside of her.

Deliriously, she shimmies her shirt off, ripping her bra off next. Her full tits jiggle with every movement I make.

Cupping her right one, I struggle to fit all of it into one hand. “These are so fucking perfect, baby.”

Her pussy is greedy for me, taking me as far as I can go.

Sliding out of her completely, I step back and command her, “Stand up and bend over my fucking desk.”

She gulps and does as she was told, sliding off of the smooth surface, spinning around, and bending at her hips.

Walking over to my couch, I grab one of the throw pillows and place it in front of her.

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