Page 50 of Paradox
The coach smacks her on the ass.
Eden hisses beside me, then huffs when she’s spanked again.
She tells the coach to stop, but he reaches for her ponytail and jerks her body up. With an arched back, she pushes her ass against him and he wraps his hand around her throat.
“You can’t show yourself off like this and expect me not to fuck you,” he growls in her ear, then lets go of her hair to tug down her panties.
Eden shifts and starts pumping faster, and that’s when I realize my hands are still by my side.
Reaching inside my sweats, I wrap my thumb and forefinger just below the head of my dick, and squeeze.
My head falls back and I sink the fingers of my free hand into the sofa cushion.
I’m dry, but even the lightest touch has me biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning so embarrassingly loud that Eden will call me a freak and never suggest we do this ever again.
The coach is on his knees behind the cheerleader. She’s moaning like she’s never felt so good as he tongues her ass and fingers her.
After making her come, he forces her to sit down on the bench, whips his dick out of his shorts, and shoves it into her mouth without saying a word.
Instantly, she gags, but he pushes harder and holds the back of her head with both hands.
With wide eyes, she looks up at him in thanks as he calls her a filthy slut; each new degrading word only seeming to please her further.
Eden’s pumping wildly now.
His breathing is heavy, and his hand on the back of the sofa is gripping it just as tightly as I am the cushion beside me.
The coach pulls the girl off his dick and spits on her face.
Eden lets out a deep, unmuffled groan.
Daring to let go of the cushion, I pull the waistband of my pants down just low enough that I can lightly run my hand up and down unheeded.
The coach sits, pulling the cheerleader to stand and face him. Then she climbs on his lap.
With her legs on the outside of his, the coach reaches between them and rubs the head of his dick against her vagina before guiding it to her entrance where she slowly sits down on it.
“Fuck,” Eden hisses when she starts bouncing, and the camera zooms in on how her lips are gripping his shaft.
He’s pumping even harder now.
His hips start rising, and I can tell he’s holding back from fully bucking up into his fist like he did that morning.
Both actors are moaning and grunting uncontrollably, but I can’t take my eyes off Eden.
At this point, I’m not even touching myself, I’m just moving my hand up and down so it looks like I am, because I know I'll come in a heartbeat.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he mutters, but I don’t care to look at the screen anymore because all I can think about is what it would feel like if I was straddling Eden and bouncing up and down.
Would I feel as good as all the girls he’s fucked?
Would he want to slap my ass too?
Would he call me a whore and a slut, and would I want him to?
His neck goes limp, his hips rise, and his hand leaves the sofa beside me to lift up the front of his sweatshirt.
With a final grunt, his hand stills, and I watch his body shake as he comes on his stomach.
