Page 15 of Coach's Pet

“Your little clit is already poking out.” My mouth waters as I rub it. “She wants attention.”

A whimper escapes her, and my fingers still.

“Sorry,” Charlotte whispers and rocks her hips up for me to keep going.

“Tell me to stop,” I say as I keep petting the slippery pearl.

She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip. I push a finger into her and feel her clench around it.

“Goddamn, you’ve got a grip.” I lick my lips and wish I could kiss her. “Pussy this tight needs to be broken in.”

Her knees spread wider as I thrust in and out of her while rubbing her clit. She’s rocking in her chair now and riding my finger. I push in a second one, and she has to silence her moan.

“You want Daddy to break you in?” A rush of desire coats my fingers.

“Shay,” she whispers as her hips rock forward.

I circle her clit and press down on it before I curl my fingers in her pussy. That’s all it takes to set her off, and she falls against me, burying her face against my chest as she cums. I’m so out of my fucking head that I don’t think as I pull her to me and cover her mouth with mine.

Anyone could see us, and I’ve still got my hand up her skirt while she cums on my fingers. It’s dangerous and wrong, but I can’t stop. When her lips part, I sweep my tongue inside and kiss her like it’s my last day on earth. It might be if someone sees us and we get caught.

When her orgasm is over, I reluctantly pull out of her heat and put her panties back into place. She watches me with a shocked expression as I suck my fingers clean and adjust my hard cock.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She looks around the room as if just now realizing we could have been caught.

“I don’t remember you telling me to stop.”

“You said for me to be quiet.” Her cheeks flush bright red, and it makes me grin.

“You owed me after the show you got Friday night.” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at her, but she pretends to inspect her nails.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure.” Before I can stop myself, I put my hand on the back of her knee and rub the soft skin there. “Come home with me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think about all the reasons she shouldn’t.

Her good mood plummets, and she looks disappointed. “I can’t. I promised my uncle I’d have dinner with him.” I start to tell her it’s fine, but then her expression changes to mischievous. “But I can leave my bedroom window unlocked.”

I shake my head. “I’m not doing that.”

“Why?” She raises her chin in challenge. “Did you get what you wanted? Are we even now?”

“Not by a long shot.” The words come out sharper than I intended, but being this close to her has me on edge. “I need to stay away from you.”

“You say that, but then you stalk me.” Her smile is wicked, and she’s not wrong.

“This is the last time,” I tell her as I push away from the table and stand.

“See you tonight.” Charlotte winks at me before I turn to leave.

God help me, that woman could bring me to my fucking knees, and she knows it.

I’m barely out of the library before my cell buzzes with a text message. When I open it, I see she’s sent me a screenshot of a new contact. It’s my number under the word “Daddy.”

“Fuck,” I say and then there’s another photo that pops up before I can respond.

She put the camera up her skirt and took a picture of her wet panties.

Charlotte: Look what you did to me. I’m all sticky now.

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