Page 9 of Coach Sully

“Sully? Try again.”

“Suck my clit, Daddy.”

Growling into her lips, I latch onto her and fuck her with my fingers. Her hand threads through my hair and grips as she grinds against my face, crying out those sweet sounds. Her body gives up the orgasm so easily. I keep my gaze on her as my tongue fits inside, her taste flooding my mouth and intoxicating me. I groan. This woman is wild. I go back to sucking and drive my fingers deeper. I love the way she squeezes.

She moans, rocking against me. Fuck. I don’t dare let up on her juicy, twitching clit as her pussy thrums around my middle and ring fingers.

As soon as her muscles ease and she lets go, I drop my head and kiss her inner thighs. “You did so well, baby girl. Such a good job taking my hand.” I stroke her pussy, stretching her until I’m satisfied I won’t hurt her. “You ready?”

She nods, her eyes are eager, but there’s still a hint of nervousness in them. It’s flattering. I drop another kiss and sit up, reaching over into my nightstand for a condom.

“I’ve been tested,” she says.

“So have I, but you’re the only one I want calling medaddy. Are you on birth control?”

“I can’t have kids. My tubes are tied.”

Her tubes are tied?She’s kind of young for that, isn’t she? But whatever. I’m not about to tell a woman what to do with her body.

“Okay.”

She scoots farther back on the bed and rests against the pillows on the side opposite of the one I sleep on. Seeing her there sends a rush of adrenaline through me. A familiar feeling, as if she knows it’s hers.

I climb over her, and she parts her legs, giving me an eyeful of where my tongue was. Her taste lingers on my tongue. The way she looks at me makes my chest tight. Looking at her almost hurts. “You’re painfully beautiful, baby girl.”

She bites the corner of her mouth again—a shy habit I hope she never loses. Leaning forward, I coat my length in her, rubbing soft circles against her clit until she loosens up some of her tight, overzealous muscles. Notched against her opening, the head of my cock is already being constricted. I blow out a breath and watch her face as I push inside. Her chest rises and falls faster. “Relax, baby.”

“It’s a lot… Please, don’t stop.”

“A few more inches… I told you you’re going to take all of them.”

She nods, and I sink deeper until all of me is snug inside her.

“Goddamn, Kendra.”

I’m seeing stars, so I drop my head to draw her nipple into my mouth while I adjust to how good this woman feels. It’s intense, but it’s more than just physical. Is this what the guys are always going on about?

Years ago, my best friend had a one-night stand with a woman named Raleigh. They lost contact, and he spent years looking for her. I couldn’t understand this obsession he had with her. But now… I’ve only known Kendra for a few hours, but if I lost her, I’d be searching every crowded bar for her face too. No question.

Kendra is not a one-night stand. She’s not a ten-night stand. She’s not someone you give up without a fight. I slide out and plunge back in, and she digs her hands into my ass and forces me deeper. “Fuck, baby. That’s my girl…”

She pulls me down, and I kiss her with everything I have. A small laugh slips out; I’m so happy to be in this moment with her. Where the fuck did this woman come from? Shit, we click so well. Best nondate I’ve ever been on.

“I’m going to see you again,” I tell her.

“Yeah?” she asks, panting, and her wide eyes take me in.

“You have no idea. I’m going to see you again so fucking hard.” I nip at her bottom lip, and she laughs. I sit up on my heels, admiring how well we look together. I love it.

“Pretty,” she comments out loud, reading my mind.

I grip her waist and slowly fuck her sweet little body as she adjusts to my size. “Yeah, baby girl. We’re pretty.” I can only imagine the number of suitors’ hearts she has broken—I’m willing to risk being the next one.

Reaching up, she braces against the headboard, adding resistance to fuck herself on me. With pleasure written all over her face, I love seeing her stretched beneath my much larger body.

I match her rhythm. “Oh my god,” she whines. She bites her lip, biting back curses as she lets me take over. My hand finds her clit, and I tug it between my fingers and let go. I repeat the action twice more, and each time, she squeezes my cock harder, and it’s a struggle to hold out. Her legs shake, and hearing her cry for me is so rewarding. Her involuntary movements are pure gold as she loses control.

I pull out. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl.” I’m desperate to watch her ass bounce as I pound into her. “Show me how good you look being fucked from behind.”

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