My finger dips lower, tracing the curve of her breast. “I intend to collect.”
Lina shivers.
“Then stop talking, Coach.” Her hands fist in my shirt.
Ten
Lina
The door clicks shut. And Levi’s mouth is on mine. There’s no buildup this time. No hesitation. Just his hands in my hair, his big, strong body pressing me backward, his tongue stroking mine in the most fucking amazing way. Finally,finally,finally.
My back hits the wall, and I don’t fucking care. His hands find the tie of my robe; and with one sharp tug, it falls open. And he goes still. I’m not wearing anything under. It’s just me. Skin, and a whole lota boobs and ass. His eyes travel down my body, my stomach, my hips, between my thighs, and the look on his face makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck.” The word comes out hoarse. “Look at you.”
My face splits into a huge grin.
He shakes his head, his grin matching mine, and pushes the silk off my shoulders. The robe pools at my feet, and Levi’s eyes fucking feast on my full breasts, my soft stomach, my thick thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is rough, bordering on feral.
He reaches out, trailing his fingers over my collarbone, down between my breasts, over the curve of my belly, and I shiver.
“I’ve thought about this so many fucking times.” His hand slides lower, over my hip, my thigh. “What you’d look like. What you’d feel like.”
His fingers brush between my legs, and I gasp.
“What you’d fuckingtastelike.”
“You’re overdressed,” I tell him, undoing his shirt buttons with trembling fingers.
Levi grins. “Yeah. I am.” He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head, not even worried about the buttons popping to the floor, and…Holy shit.My man is all broad shoulders, thick chest dusted with short hair, big-ass arms, a stomach that’s not a six-pack but solid, strong,real. He unbuckles his belt, unzips, pushing both his slacks and black boxer briefs down in one motion, and his cock springs free. And,oh.My guy is BIG! Thick and hard, his cockhead flushed and leaking. My mouth waters.
He smirks. “See something you like, sweetheart?”
“Get over here,” I reply with a giddy smile.
We don’t make it to the bed. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, with his big hands under my generous thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. My back hits the wall, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing right against my pussy entrance.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Please…” I’m past any type of decorum or pretense. “I need…”
“Oh, I know exactly what you need, baby.”
Then he shifts his hips, positions himself, and pushes inside me in one long, slow stroke that deliciously stretches me.
“Oh, God!”
He’s big. So fucking big. I feel every inch of him sliding in, filling me up, stretching me in a way that borders on too much.
“Lina.” My name sounds like a feral growl. “Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking tight and wet…”
“More.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Move. Please.”
He pulls back. Thrusts in. And I see fucking stars. He feels so gooood. So fucking good…
“Like that?” His voice is nothing but rasp. “That what you need, baby?”
