Page 21 of Coach's Pet

He pumps faster, and I hollow out my cheeks. "Charlotte.” He grunts my name as his release fills my mouth and then he pulls his cock out. "Did you swallow it?" I shake my head no. "Show me." Fire lights up his eyes, and as I open my mouth to reveal his release, his barely softened cock hardens fully once more as Shay pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. I see him swipe his finger, and I know he's recording it. "Now swallow."

I close my mouth and do what he says, and when I’m done, he puts his phone into his back pocket. The next thing I know he’s lifting me to my feet, and his mouth is coming down on mine.

“You did so good, baby girl.” Shay’s hand slips under my skirt and into my panties. “You deserve a reward.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as Shay kisses the column of my neck. His fingers find my clit and the pleasure inside of me is already threatening to burst.

“So wet,” he groans as he softly strokes my clit.

“Always,” I say, and Shay grins down at me.

When he applies more pressure to my clit, I gasp, and my back arches. My entire body tenses then relaxes as he propels me over the edge. He smothers my cries of ecstasy with a kiss before he snags me around my waist to keep me on my feet.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel tears sting in my eyes at his words.

I quickly blink them away before Shay can see them.

He lifts his head to kiss me again. “You’ve gotta get to class.”

“I know.” I let out a sigh as I become more steady on my feet. When Shay releases me, he fixes my skirt then puts his cock away.

“Get out of here before I fuck you on the desk.” I begin to reply, but he interrupts me by planting another kiss on my lips. “For me, baby girl. Go to class.”

“Okay.” I kiss his cheek. “See you later, Daddy.” He groans as I slip out of his hold and grab my bag. With a wink I leave him there and go to class.

"Where have you been?" Tins asks when I make it to class only a couple of seconds before it starts.

"Just messing around." I shrug.

She gives me a curious expression, but I ignore it as I pull out my laptop for class and click my messages. One is about an upcoming assignment change, and another is from Parker. I click it to see what the asshat wants.

My stomach drops when a picture of Shay and me fills the screen. I shut my laptop quickly before anyone can see it, but that means I didn’t get a chance to read what he wrote. No matter what it says, I know it can’t be good.

I’m going to get Shay in trouble because of my bullshit with Parker. My stomach twists, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I pull out my phone so I can read the message.

Parker: Your ass is mine unless you want everyone to know. Stay away from Coach Shay. You belong to me now, whore.

Why do the assholes always win in the end?

Chapter Twelve

COACH SHAY

I go into the locker room at halftime and say what I need to. The team is performing great now that I’ve benched Parker and put in the backup quarterback. That kid has a big mouth and talks a big game, but he’s yet to back it up on the field. He cost us two turnovers in the first half, and I wasn’t going to wait for him to do it a third time.

“Defense, you’re carrying the team right now. Think you can get us in the endzone?” The boys on defense make some noise, and I laugh as one of them beats his chest. “All right, let’s get back out there and finish this!”

The other coaches rile them up as I step back and go into my office. We’ve got about one more minute before we have to go take the field again, and I’ve got something I want to do first.

I grin when I see Charlotte’s bag on my chair. I go over and unzip it, looking for her panties, but when her phone screen lights up with a text message, I can’t help but glance at it.

The name on the text is Parker, and curiosity gets the best of me. I slide my thumb across the screen, and it asks for a code so I key it in. We were joking about it the other day and how hers is one two three four because she can’t remember anything. When the screen comes to life, I see a new text from Parker. I shouldn’t click on it, but he’s out in the locker room. Why the fuck is he texting Charlotte?

Against my better judgment, I touch the message and see there are several from him. When I scroll up, I see a picture of Charlotte and me sitting in my truck, and my blood runs cold. Parker has been sending her messages saying she has to fuck him or he’ll tell everyone about us.

Red clouds my vision as my phone buzzes in my pocket. When I take it out, I see there’s a message from an unknown sender.

Unknown: I want $10000 or this gets sent to the entire administration.

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