Page 26 of Scoring with the Coach's Daughter

“Tonight, I’m in charge,” he says as he reaches the landing, walks to my bedroom door, and kicks it open. He tosses me onto the bed. No sooner do I land, and he’s on top of me, pulling off my shirt, my bra, and everything else follows quickly. We’re both hungry, the days have served as foreplay with stolen glances and small moments that added to my growing need to have him under me, over me, and more importantly, in me.

I gasp when his strong fingers slid down my back and grabs my ass. He pulls me into him as he sucks hard on my neck, I yearn for him to take me. I reach down andgrab his hard cock. It’s huge, and the thought of him inside makes me impatient. His fingers slip inside my wet folds.

I can tell by the way he moves his fingers inside of me that he knows his way around a woman’s body. Between his sensual touch and the threat of the unknown, I’m left trembling and hanging, waiting for the next adrenaline rush. When his fingers hit places of pleasure inside my wet pussy, I’m lost in the euphoria and dig my nails into his back.

Sensing my needs, he pulls his fingers out and licks the juice off each one.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and removes his clothes. I grab his hard cock and slowly stroke it while watching the light return to his eyes.

I can tell he’s about to explode when he roughly pulls my hand from his cock. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” I don’t know why I stayed on it except it’s convenient.

“I’ve not been with someone in…”

“It’s fine,” he whispers against my lips. He rubs the large head of his cock in my opening, and I moan.

“Do you like that?”

“Mm.”

“Tell me you want me.”

The tantric state I’m in has me feeling buzzed. He grabs my hands and pulls my arms over my head. He holds me immobile while his lips latch onto a nipple. He sucks hard, then releases it, flicking it with his tongue until my back arches off the mattress.

I squirm under him. Fuck, this is thrilling.

He grabs one boob and gives it a hearty squeeze. I pull him closer to me, and he buries his face between my breasts. My hands explore his body.

His cock is still at my entrance. I lift my hips to reach it, but he moves away. He’s teasing me.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“Please, Jake,” I beg. I’m wet for him and yearn for his large cock to fill me. My pussy is very hungry for him.

His first thrust is glorious as he penetrates me. He’s so large it takes longer than expected, and it’s as if I’m a virgin again. He pushes harder, gaining ground until his cock is fully inside me.

I groan. This man was made to fuck and suck. He holds my wrists with one hand, and with the other, he tweaks my nipples until they are hard enough to cut cocaine.

I gasp and thrash about. He thrusts into me so hard that my hips respond by rising to meet his. My hips are suspended in the air as we grind on each other. His hard cock hitting places inside me that are so deep they’ve never been touched.

He pumps me harder, his cock slamming into me and pushing me up the bed. I want to touch him, but he’s in control. I’m on the verge of coming. My mind is swimming as he rams his cock inside me again. and I shatter. I scream in ecstasy as my orgasm erupts. I look at his face and his head is tilted back, and his eyes are closed.

He’s so deeply in me I swear his cock will exit my throat. Another orgasm crowns. I feel my vagina being ripped apart by his girth and friction. I come again, and this time, so does he, as I hear him growl and feel him shudder. He holds me to his muscular chest until his cock begins to relax. Then he releases me and lies beside me.

“That was incredible,” he says as soon as he catches his breath.

“It was,” I purr as I snuggle into the crook of his arm.

The night was sleepless. It’s as if I’m a teenagerwith raging hormones. He cracked me open like a watermelon. We made love all night and before dawn, I fell asleep with him holding me. I nestled my body into his and when the realization hit I could get used to this. Him, me, and us—I can barely contain my contentment.

9

SAMANTHA

When I wakeup the sheets where Jake laid are cold. The house is a bit chilly, but it will warm up quickly. I toss the covers back before I step into my leggings and slip Jake’s large dress shirt over my head.

The first thing I notice is the smell in the air—something warm, buttery, and smelling of melted chocolate and marshmallows. It’s not the usual coffee aroma that dominates my morning. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I follow the scent into the kitchen.

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