Page 29 of Not My Coach

“Bite the pillow, moan into it, but stay quiet. There are still a lot of players and staff here right now,” I tell her, and she nods, her tousled hair framing her flushed face.

Since my tie is still in her mouth, I let it slide that she doesn’t answer me with her words.

But I will require an answer to this next question.

“You want me to fuck you, Evie?” I growl and slap her ass harder than before, coming down on her right cheek, then her left, then back to her right.

Little dots and bruises from our first encounter decorate her backside, and I’ve never felt so possessive of someone in my life.

“I need to hear you say it, Evie. I won’t fuck you without your consent.”

She rips the tie out of her mouth, and I steal it away from her as she says, “Nate, please, for the love of God, fuck me.”

Ramming into her, I get deeper inside of her than before with this position, and she feels like heaven.

Grabbing her wrists, I hold them behind her back, tying them together with my tie.

Buried inside of her, I thrust slowly, testing my patience as well as hers.

She wiggles her hips, and her ass bounces against me.

Grabbing my shirt, I rip it apart, buttons flying everywhere. She wins this battle, but I am going to win the war.

Throwing my ruined shirt on the ground, I grab her bound wrists, pull out, and slam into her. I don’t slow down as she cries out into the pillow. I fuck her mercilessly, hard and fast.

“Nate,” she whispers, and I smack her ass with power because that was louder than she realized.

“It’s so intense, too intense.” She lowers her voice.

Smirking, I pull on her wrists, lifting her chest off of my desk. “You can and will take it like my good girl. Are you going to be my good girl, Evie?”

My thrusts are long and hard. I pull out to the tip with every roll of my hips and plunge back into her. She is so fucking wet; she’s dripping on my desk.

“Y-yes,” she whimpers.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl and slam into her repeatedly, her ass recoiling against me every time I bottom out inside of her.

“Nate, I’m going to come.” Her words are barely audible, but I hear them clear as day.

“Then, fucking do it. Come all over my cock,” I order her, and my words are enough to send her over the edge.

She pulls forward, and I give way to her wrists so she can throw her face into the pillow, moaning softly as her legs shake.

I don’t slow down at all as she comes undone, and I know it’s making it so much more intense for her.

“Tell me again how I didn’t make you come last time,” I say, still annoyed that she dared to say that at all.

She whimpers incoherently.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” I grunt, feeling my balls tighten as she begins to grip my cock tighter, nearing her own orgasm once again.

“I’m sorry,” she cries out into the pillow, and it’s ecstasy to my ears.

“That’s my girl. Now, you’re going to come with me, all right? You’re almost there; I can feel it. Your pussy is choking me.”

Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s right by the edge, ready to plummet over, and I know what will give her that final shove.

“Be my good girl and come on my desk. I want to be reminded of this sweet pussy every time I’m sitting at it.” My hand assaults her cheeks, repeatedly slapping each one hard, but not too hard that it’s too painful. But enough that the pain is mixing with the pleasure.

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