Page 20 of Coach's Pet

Her hands shake as she takes the sheet off her. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her scars, but it’s the first time I’m objectively looking at her. Her back talks louder than any words ever could. This woman has been through hell, and it makes me realize that I’m lucky she’s not trying to fight back.

“Get on the bed.” My voice comes out gruff. She tenses. “I’m not mad, pebble.” This seems to calm her enough to drop the sheet and get into the bed.

“Good girl.” I would have said that mockingly a day ago. Today, I mean it.

Crucinda lays there, head on the pillow, hands fisted, and her legs slightly apart. Her ass uncovered and taunting me. As I get closer, I see the trembling. She’s scared. “Has anyone…” I stop. The answer is in the way she’s trying to remain still and not cower from me. No one’s been nice to her during sex.

“Never mind, pebble. Spread your legs wide for me.”

She moves her legs, but not as wide as I would like. Doesn’t matter, though; I’ll move them for her. Getting on the bed, in between those thighs of hers, I lie down and look at her body.

Her puckered asshole winks at me as she takes labored breaths. “This is a reward. You’ll feel no pain,” I remind her. The need for her to relax eats at me.

Crucinda’s pussy lips aren’t wet, but they are pink and full. Moving my head closer, I run my tongue along her folds.

“Oh!” I smirk at her adorable squeal.

She wasn’t expecting this.

Good.

Touching her clit with my thumb, I push my tongue into her slit. Sweet nectar meets my tastebuds, and I moan into her.

Fuck me.

I’m hungry for her to obey, but it’s nothing compared to her taste and how I am going to lose myself in her. I’ll think about that later. Right now, my one thought is to give her the most pleasure she’s ever felt. My sweet pebble’s hips buck back against me. I smile into her pussy, and she whimpers for me.

Pulling back, I press a finger against her slit, and she doesn’t tense. No, she’s wet, gushing for me and panting.

“You like that, pebble?”

“I…” Another finger goes in, and my thumb furiously strums her clit. This keeps her from speaking, and I chuckle.

Slowly, I move my fingers in and out of her. Damn, she’s enjoying it, and I’m finding I want to give her more. The need to see her pleasure and not fear urges me to keep going.

“Jason!” She moans my name and meets my fingers, thrust for thrust.

“That’s it, pebble. Let go.” Bending my head back down, I lick her asshole, and she wiggles against my tongue.

“Wh…” Her pussy tightens on my fingers, and I push my tongue harder against her tight little hole.

The scream of ecstasy that comes from Crucinda is beautiful.Yeah, I definitely want to hear more of that.Her walls are gripping me so tightly I can barely move my fingers. That wet pussy is quivering as she lets out a little mewl for me.

As her body relaxes and I pull my fingers gently from her, I move out from between her legs. I turn her over, and tears stream down her face, but there’s a smile on her lips.

“Suck my fingers clean.”

Her lips open, and she greedily sucks on them. Not a word of complaint or an ounce of hesitancy comes from her as she lies here, legs still spread open. Pussy juice runs out onto the sheets, and she stares at me as her tongue curls around my fingers.

Taking my fingers from her lips is hard, but my cock needs attention. “Unzip my pants, pebble.”

I watch for any sign she’s going to be difficult, but she takes a deep breath in, then releases it. Her hands are unsteady, but she opens the button on my pants and unzips the zipper.

“You know what I want.” I touch her face, and she nods at me.

Yeah, she knows.

Her soft touch against my cock makes it jump and causes me to groan. She pulls it out and strokes me too gently.

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