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Fucking starved.
“I want this, want you. Right here. Right now, Coach Big.”
Fuck, the way she says my name … Coach Big, turns me on like no other. It’s wrong, but hell, it’s also so fucking right.
I’m fucking losing it. I know if I don’t control myself, I’ll be this fucking brutal beast taking Lily up against the bleachers like some kind of damn savage.
But she drives me to that point, has all these basic, primal urges leaving me.
“Coach Big,” she whispers and her eyes are big, her mouth slightly parted.
Without thinking, because right now I’m just going on instinct, because right now I know what she needs, I reach down and pull my cock out through the elastic waist of my shorts. I don’t even bother pulling my shorts down. Hell, I didn’t even wear boxers because this morning I knew I wanted easy access to Lily.
Damn, I can’t help but know how wrong this is. I knew I was going to pop her little cherry when she came in this morning. I’ve been anticipating it.
With my dick now pointing right at her, pre-cum lining the slit, the rational part of me knows I should wear a condom. But I want free and raw in her. I want bare.
Not like I have one anyway.
“Touch me,” I demand, not realizing how harsh my voice has become. She reaches down and wraps her tiny, feminine hand around my shaft, squeezing lightly, her breath coming in even harder pants.
Fuck, I may just explode right in her palm.
I stare at her face as she strokes me hesitantly, as if she isn’t sure of what she’s doing.
“You ever touch a cock before, Lily?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head.
I growl in approval.
“You ever do anything with a guy?” The possessive side of me says she better not have. If she even kissed a little fucker, I’ll go ape shit, hunt him down, and make it known Lily is mine.
“No. Never.” Those words are nothing but a whisper from her.
“Good,” I growl out. I am doing everything in my power not to come.
“You’re so hard, so big.”
“All for you, Lily.” I close my eyes for a moment and just let the pleasure move through me. “And I’ll get bigger once I’m deep inside your virgin pussy.” I hear her swallow.
I force myself to take a step back, even though all I want to do is press myself right up to Lily, feeling her heat, having her softness against me.
I look her up and down, the little denim skirt she wears instantly making me think of easy access. The shirt she has on is white, a plain T-shirt that’s cropped a little above her bellybutton, showing her midrift. And her perky little tits … fuck, they make my mouth water.
Her nipples are poking through the material, reminding me of how I had my dick between them just yesterday. My balls draw up at the very idea, and I know if I don’t control myself I’m going to come before this even really has a chance to start.
“Take the panties off,” I demand, not even trying to hide my need for her. I watch as she works them off, keeping her focus trained right on me the whole time. When she’s holding the scrap of material in her hand, I reach out and take them, bringing them to my nose and inhaling deeply.
God, I’ll never get enough of her scent.
I shove them in the pocket of my shorts and step up to her again. I don’t miss how she glances down at my dick, her eyes wide.
“I don’t think you’ll fit.”
I stare at her right in the eyes. “Oh, I’ll fit, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”
Chapter Twelve
Lily
I can’t breathe. I’m wet. And this is really going to happen.
Before I know what’s happening, Markus has me in his arms, my back to the bleachers, the feel of his huge cock pressing against my pussy having me gasp. He’s hard and hot.
“This is it, Lily. I’m claiming you. There’s absolutely no going back now. There wasn’t before,” Markus groans.
I can feel the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance. I see the restraint on his face. I don’t want him to hold back. I don’t want to wait another minute to belong to him. He’s worried about taking my virginity here. I can tell by the strain on his face that even now he’s holding back, trying to protect me. He’s taking his time, giving me the option to back out.
That’s not what I want. I want Markus. I want all of him, I want him now and I want him forever.
I always have.
“I don’t want to go back, Markus,” I tell him, using his name and not calling him Coach, because this is important. I need him to know that this is real to me. This isn’t some taboo, thrill of the forbidden kind of thing for me.
