Page 78 of Forever Offsides

I don’t know why I say it. I don’t know where it comes from. Is it a warning for her or for me?

“I’m gonna need you again and again, baby girl. All over the fucking place. One taste won’t be enough for me.”

“Can I crawl under your desk and suck you off?”

I think I just died. Like I might have actually had a heart attack and gone to heaven, and an angel version of Quinn just said that to me.

“Baby girl, you can do whatever you want to me.”

She moans and climbs all over me, so anxious to get more, so excited for what we’re doing. It’s making me feral. She’s young and perfect. I don’t deserve this, but god, do I want it. She makes it impossible not to risk everything for her.

She’s too dressed and so am I, and if I have her, I’m going to fucking have her.

Spinning us around, I march us straight into my bedroom. I’m starved to taste her. The memory of her cunt on my mouth has been months in the making. But there are also things I never got that night. Things I’ve been denied since.

I bring her down to the bed and flip her over onto her stomach.

She props herself up onto her elbows, and her head twists over her shoulder. My sexy temptress. God, that’s an image. One that makes me want to bury myself inside of her now. Instead, I find myself standing upright, unable to move as I stare down at the indescribably sexy vision before me.

“Come on, Coach.” My temptress wiggles her ass at me. “You’re not going to let me stay down here by myself, are you? We have a curfew to abide by.”

“What would you do if I didn’t touch you?”

She smirks and blood thrums straight through my dick.

“I guess I’d have to take care of this ache in my pussy myself.”

She rises to her knees and pulls off her cute blouse before she unbuttons her pants. Her bra is still on, and it’s intentional. She wants to show me what I’m missing while enticing me to undress her. Her pants reach the bottoms of her thighs, and just as she shifts one knee to remove them, I press a hand to the center of her spine and push her back down to the bed.

“Oh no, baby. That’s my job. You don’t get to touch your pussy unless I say so.”

My hand strikes firmly against her ass that’s begging for attention with the thin strings of her black thong framing it. Another strike and she grinds against the bed.

“I thought you liked it when I played, Daddy?”

Oh shit.

I glare down at her coy smirk. “Daddy?”

“You’re spanking me, aren’t you?”

“Baby girl, you have no idea what being punished by me is actually like.”

I grab the elastic sides of her thong and use them to haul her ass up until she’s back on all fours. Then I rip them from her hips, split her ass cheeks, and bury my face exactly where she wasn’t expecting it to go.

Let’s see just how well you take it when I punish you.

My tongue rings around her asshole before it slips straight in, going in as deep as I can. She squeals and rocks away from me, but I hold her firmly against me.

“Not a chance, Quinn. This ass is all mine, however I want it.”

I groan at the perfect taste of her, wishing I could simply slip my cock right in, but that’s not how ass fucking works. Plus, I want her to have something she’s curious about. Something she’ll think about beyond tonight.

Holding her hips, I keep her ass against my face even as I crouch to the floor and lick her cunt.

“Rhett,” she whines. “Please.”

I smack her ass, humming against her clit as I suck it from behind, my nose pressed in on her forbidden hole. “Please, what?”