Page 50 of Not My Coach

Turning into my neighborhood, I know I only have about two minutes to make her come before we get home.

“There you go, baby. Stop resisting it. Don’t worry; I’m just getting started with you. Think of this as a warm-up,” I grunt, my cock becoming overwhelmingly hard in my pants.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out as the orgasm bomb is lit, seconds away from exploding.

“Come on, baby. Come on my fucking fingers. I want to taste every drop of your arousal when I suck them clean.”

My words are enough to drive her over the fucking edge as we pull into the driveway.

“Fuuuck! Naaate!” she moans repeatedly as she comes undone on my hand.

“What a good fucking girl you are, baby,” I praise her as the garage door opens and I pull inside, shutting it behind us.

Throwing the car door open, I walk around to her side and pull her door ajar. She hasn’t moved, her head still thrown back and lips parted as her chest rises and falls.

I lower my hand, and she slides her fingers across my palm and grabs it. Gently, I pull her out of the car. The second her feet hit the pavement, I scoop her up into my arms.

She shrieks and giggles and says, “If you keep doing this, it’s going to become the standard.”

Making sure she is safely away from the door, I shut it and carry her into the house. “It should be your standard because I intend to do it until I’m too old and frail to.”

“Oh, really, Mr. Carrington?” She blushes and purses her lips.

“Oh, definitely.” I tighten her against my chest, cradling her with my arms.

The house immediately smells of flowers, and I watch as Evie’s smile grows bigger as we pass the vases in the living room and kitchen. Walking into the bedroom, I lower her closer to the ground, and at the last second, I toss her onto the bed.

She lands softly on her back with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Again!”

I laugh. “This isn’t a carnival.”

She pouts. “But I thought I was going to get to go on a big ride.”

That fucking mouth of hers, I swear …

“Oh, you are, but I’ve got something for you to do before the big finale.” I smile menacingly at her, and she wets her lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Quickly, I walk into the living room and gather up everything I bought for her, dropping it next to her when I reenter the bedroom.

Grabbing the magic wand, I turn it on to almost the highest setting. “Don’t worry; I made sure this was charging while we were gone.”

She gulps, her pupils blowing with ecstasy.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I order her, and she obeys, positioning herself on the black comforter. “Spread your legs.”

She forces her knees apart, and I place the toy on the bed directly beneath her. “Push your hips down and ride that toy until I tell you to stop.”

“What?” she whimpers, and her eyes bounce between mine.

I know that is going to make her come fast, and that’s the point. I want her legs to already be completely shaking before I get my hands on her.

“Now, Evie,” I groan impatiently, and she nods.

Slowly, she drops her hips, lowering down so her clit is right on the most intense vibrations. “Oh God.”

“Good job, baby,” I murmur and lean down over her, kissing the top of her head as she squirms and moans.

Over the course of the next five minutes, I get all of her new clothes and items put away as she comes three more times on my newest sidekick. I know she’s the one orgasming, but this isn’t lacking pleasure for me in the slightest. I’m so fucking turned on from watching her that I’m afraid I’ll only last one fucking second when I thrust inside of her.

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