He groans at my words and takes hold of my hands, bringing them over my head and holding them with one of his own. The other goes between our bodies to grip his hard, veiny dick, and lodge the weeping tip at my entrance. I stifle my gasp. I’m not a virgin but he’s so girthy and long, it’ll be like my first time all over again.
“I’m bigger than the boys from your past, so it will, but you’ll have to be a good girl and take me, Marlow,” he murmurs, playing along. My breath hitches at the dark, territorial gleam in his eyes. “Once I stretch your pussy out, it’ll feel amazing. Then you’ll never be able to sit in the same room as me without remembering what it was like to have me pounding between these pretty thighs.”
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be filled. “Please.”
Thane punches his hips forward and drives that fat cock inside of me. “Fuuuck!”
My scream and his bellow mingle together, my body arching underneath him at the welcomed intrusion. “Oh my God!”
Thane kisses me and I pant at the pleasurable feeling of him inside me. “Did you think I wouldn’t get this deep on the first thrust, Marlow?”
“N-No,” I moan, tugging at my hands to be set free. He only tightens his hold around my wrist, letting me know he’ll be dominating me for the foreseeable future. “I’m…I’m so full, Coach Thane.”
Thane presses a hand on my mound and I gasp. “Yeah,” he rasps. “You are, baby girl, and you’re so sweet for letting me have this forbidden pussy.” His thumb toys with my clit and I mewl. “I know it’s wrong to lust after the college cheer captain, but you’re so irresistible. I had to have you.”
All my senses are overwhelmed and overtaken by Thane. Every breath I take is laced with desire for him. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
His face softens and his forehead drops to mine. “You have me too,” he breathes. “You’ve always had me, since the first time I saw you.”
Despite the physicality of our act, it’s the emotional pull that gets me. Thane staring down at me like I’m the other half of his soul and our hearts beating as one.
Oh, I’m undone. “Please, move. I want to feel you.”
“You’ve adjusted, baby?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me and the emotional moment melts away, giving leeway to our darker desires. “You told me you’re a screamer, Marlow.” He yanks his hips back until just the tip kisses my entrance. “Prove it.”
He thrusts back in so hard, so rough, I let loose a spine-tingling scream, my nerve endings alight. “Oh my God!”
“You keep calling for God,” he growls. “But he’s not the one putting in the work to please this tight pussy now, huh?”
I swear, his words make more arousal gush between my thighs, easing his long, deep strokes.
Thane establishes a battering rhythm that has screaming every time he thrusts into me. The room rings with sounds of our slapping skins, the headboard thumping against the wall, his grunts, and my needy moans.
His hair-roughened thighs rub against my smooth-skinned ones. His abs flex with every drive. His teeth grit with the exertion of fucking me this good. And sweat beads down his muscular body, landing on me in small droplets.
“Thane!” I sob underneath him, my breasts bouncing in speed of his harsh, clapping thrusts.
“Get ready, baby.” He removes the hand holding both of mine and unwraps my legs from his waist, bringing my knees to my chest and folding me in half. “I’m about to be even deeper.”
When he bounces his cock into me at this angle, grazing all my spots, my soul practically leaves my body and I go mute, my mouth opening on a soundless scream.
Oh. My. God.
He kisses my lips, my chin, my jaw almost senselessly, until he reaches my ear and murmurs, “We might not get caught, but everyone in this cheap motel will know a girl named Marlow isgetting her pussy fucked by a Coach Thane with the way you’re shouting down the roof, little cheerleader.”
My fingers score down his broad shoulders and muscular back, breaking open skin. “T-They probably think you’re paying good money for it.”
“I’d bleed myself dry for the honor of fucking this godsent cunt every day until the day I die,” he snarls, digging his fingers into the backs of my thighs as he holds me in place for his dirty, raw fuck. “Tell me I’m a bad man for fucking you this hard, this rough when you’ve never taking anything as big as my dick.”
I whimper. “B-Bad Coach Thane.”
“Yeah. Coach Thane is the luckiest bastard for getting to fuck the hottest girl on campus, hm?”Thrust. “No practice for you tomorrow, brat.”Thrust. “I’m putting this beautiful body of yours through the mattress tonight. “Thrust. “And when you wake up in the morning, whining that your small pussy is sore, I want you to remember that you.”Thrust. “Asked.”Thrust. “For this.” Thane pinches my swollen clit. “Now come for me again, little cheerleader. I want to feel you strangling the fuck out of my cock.”
I’ve never been able to come so quickly in such close proximity to another orgasm and yet Thane possesses some sort of magic pull. Because here I am, orgasming once again.
