Page 52 of Her Coach

I removed my hand from her mouth and gripped the bun on the top of her head, pulling her gaze to mine. And as her legs jumped, I felt her walls finally throbbing in tune with the pulse of her clit against my thumb.

“Colton,” she whimpered out as her jaw unhinged.

And that’s when it happened. That’s when she snapped. She drew in a broken breath just before my mouth covered hers, and the groans and little cries of passion that bubbled up from her throat poured down mine. I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit as she ground against me. My tongue slid against hers, claiming her mouth as mine. I timed the movements of the heel of my hand against her clit, sending her quickly chasing yet another orgasm.

I chuckled against her lips as she bucked ravenously against my hand. “Colton. Colton. Colton. Colton.”

I traced my nose along her cheek. Kissed the crusted tear trail that had been left behind from earlier. “Such a good girl, taking what she wants. You deserve it, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she groaned.

“You deserve these orgasms. You work so hard.”

“Yes, I do,” she whimpered.

“You put your plans on hold.”

“Yes, I did,” she choked out as her pussy throbbed.

That’s when my lips found the shell of her ear. “Then be a good girl for me and come again.”

“Oh, fuck,” she squeaked out.

I covered her mouth once more as she gushed against my palm. I growled down the back of her throat, fucking her with my tongue the same way my fingers fucked that tight little hole of hers. She breathed the air I afforded her. And as she came down from her second orgasm, I loosened my grip and forced her brown eyes to look up at me.

“You will take what you deserve when I give it, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

Her jaw shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasms. “Y-y-y—yeah—yes.”

“Yes… what?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Coach.”

I released my grip around her throat, allowing my thumb to slide down the pulse point of her neck.

“My God,” Brynn said breathlessly as she finally collapsed back into the chair, “I didn’t know you’d be such a talker.”

I grinned as I slid my hand out from between her legs. She whimpered at the loss, and I couldn’t help but stare at the absolute mess she made of my forearm. I licked her off my fingers. I lapped her off my palm. I didn’t even give a shit what it made me look like. Some kind of animal, probably. But dear God in heaven, she tasted divine.

Next time, I’d drink right from the fucking source.

“I was the chirper on my team,” I said as I reached for a napkin on my desk and wiped off my forearm.

“Sorry,” she said softly.

And when I looked over at her, I found her watching my arm while she blushed.

A blush that looked almost like embarrassment.

“Don’t be,” I said as I finished cleaning off my arm. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do, just like a good girl.”

Her blush deepened with those words.

And as she laid there, still trying to catch her breath with her legs still hooked over the arms of the chair, only one thought crossed my mind.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever witnessed.

Yeah.