Page 70 of Twisted Legacy

Coach’s voice holds a hint of affection I’ve never heard before. Everyone knows he’s a gruff, sarcastic bastard, forceful and rough. Sweet isn’t how any of us would ever characterize him. This entire night is obliterating, how I think of him.

“I told you no fighting outside of me training you.”

Thea pants, “I haven’t been fighting.”

“Then why is your skin flushed and your eyes bright? They only get that way if you’ve been bashing someone’s head in. Or after I’ve made you cum.”

“Or when some assholes try to pick a fight in the middle of the woods and I have to fight through my horrors and desire to hurt them, to get away from them.”

My lips twitch. I’d love to see her when she’s no longer afraid, and as for her desires; she wasn’t fighting in the end. She was embracing them.

“Whatever you were up to-” He grunts, “I’m glad you came this way. I really needed this.”

She sasses. “I’m glad my trauma gets you off.”

He pushes her between her shoulder blades so her chest hits the ground. Each snap of his hips punctuating the words, “You. Wouldn’t. Be. Dealing. With. Trauma. Alone. If. You’d. Talk. To. Your. Shrink.”

She moans, “Assssshole.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m the asshole who owns this pussy.”

That remark angers me more than seeing them together. I don’t know why. I have no claim to her, but I want to be the one balls deep in her right now. And the thought of why I can’t has me pissed and hard at the same time.

She’s afraid of everyone. Well, everyone except Coach Wolfe. I pull my cock out and work it in angry strokes. I circle around the tree to get in a better position, where I can see the look on her face.

“Wolfe.”

She grabs his hand and shoves three of his fingers into her mouth. Sucking on them the way I imagine she’d suck cock. She bobs her head up and down, forcing them to the back of her throat. I just about lose my shit. It takes a considerable amount of control to fight the urge to go over there and join in.

This is one time when it wouldn’t feel like a chore or an obligation. I’d jump in, because having my cock down her throat while she’s getting rutted from behind would makemehappy.

“Please,” she begs.

“What do you need, sweetness?”

“More. I need. More. Let me suck your dick.”

“That would mean pulling out, and it doesn’t feel like you want me to do that. Do you?”

“No.Yes.”

I can hear how conflicted she is. He pulls out and I can see he understands, too. He lays back and brings her hips down to straddle his face in reverse. I watch as she rips the condom off and tries to deep throat him.

“Easy babe.” He says when she gags on his length.

She doesn’t want easy. She tries again and again. Her moans echo in my ear. “Yes. My ass. Finger my ass.”

Deacon Wolfe now has every one of her holes filled. “That’s right, sweetness, give me what I want.”

I’m not sure what else he could want. Her body shakes, her moans getting louder. Her body tenses. Somehow she’s squatting over Deacon and from my vantage point, I see something I’ve only ever read about or seen in the movies.

Theona LaReaux’s pussy expels a gush of fluid like a projectile, and Deacon lies there with his mouth open, catching every drop.

Seeing that triggers my own release. I bite down on my lip as I cum all over the base of the tree I’m hiding behind.

I’m tucking myself back in my pants when a grunt comes from behind me. I turn to see Finn doing the same.Shit. I was so caught up in Thea and Coach Wolfe that I didn’t even hear him creeping up on me. I walk past him, knowing he’ll follow. When we’re a safe distance away, I tell him, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Me either. Talking’s overrated.”

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