Page 55 of Her Coach

I wish I could’ve looked up at him. Seen him when he said that to me. But, with my head upside down and my eyes staring at his balls from upside down, it wasn’t really a convenience I was afforded. The way he drilled into me forced more spittle down the sides of my face. Even though I tried to control my tears, I couldn’t. It didn’t hurt, it was just… I don’t know. Weird. Feeling him fill my throat before emptying it, only to fill it again, made me wonder what it would feel like between my legs. Would my pussy feel like this? Intruded upon, but in the best of ways?

I moaned and hummed around his cock as his precum leaked down my throat. The taste wasn’t divine or anything, but it certainly wasn’t awful. Salty and slick, like those savory jams my nana used to make.

“You take me so good, sweet girl,” Colton grunted as he fucked my face. “Inch after inch. Just like I knew you could.”

I relished his praise as he made me a fucking mess. His hips drilled into my mouth. His balls slapped against the bridge of my nose. I felt used, and it was marvelous. I had no idea what the hell that said about me, but I didn’t even care.

I never wanted this to end.

“So good for me,” he hissed through clenched teeth as his hands slammed down onto the desk. He hunched over me, his hips snapping in time with the pulsing of his cock against my teeth. I unhinged my jaw as far as I could and let him work. Let him fuck my throat. Let him take whatever it was he wanted. Gone were the thoughts of our food. Gone were the thoughts of our date. All I wanted was to know what he tasted like.

I wanted my dessert first.

“Holy fucking God,” he growled from somewhere deep within his soul.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it held a twinge of shock as well.

And that’s when he slammed himself back down my throat and held himself there.

“God. Fucking. Damn it,” he cursed with every pulse of his arousal down my throat. “Such. A good. Girl. For me.”

Even though his body shivered, even though I was spiraling out of control, he somehow found a way to softly cup my cheek. His arm quivered as he propped himself up. I felt his entire body shivering as I swallowed the last of him down. My throat bobbed around him, pulling sounds from him that I wanted to elicit again.

He had the loveliest sounds.

His cock slid out of my mouth with a wet plop before I finally gasped for air. He was still hunched over me, both of his hands pressed into the desk my body laid splayed upon as my head continued dangling off the edge.

I felt his hands part my thighs.

“Colton?” I asked breathlessly.

“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl,” he growled.

And it was all the warning I got before he faceplanted back into my pussy.

“Colton!” I cried out against his stomach.

His shirt muffled me as he devoured me. His tongue wasted no time finding my clit, and he quickly got to work. I slid my hands beneath his shirt. I shoved it up, revealing a hairy chest and happy trail that ran down an expanse that was covered in just the slightest bit of softness. It was perfection incarnate, and I nuzzled my entire face against his abs as I bucked my hips up against his face.

There were no words while I chased my high. I lost myself in him, in the gruff demeanor of his actions and the softness of his skin. I lost myself in the coarse black hair that covered him and how manly it felt against my clammy, bare skin. He made a mess of me, and I didn’t even care. My hips stuttered as my nails raked around behind his body, digging into the strength of his lower back.

And with a growl, he sucked my clit in between his lips.

I came with a cry against his stomach.

“Colton! Yes! Oh, fuck!”

I was so lost in my own euphoric lust that I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there and allow the pleasure to overwhelm me. I jerked and shook with the force of my ecstasy. I felt Colton licking me clean before he finally reared back. I wanted to pull him back. I wanted him to smother me. I wanted to feel the weight of his massive body against mine.

But before I could find a way to make my mouth work again, his arms hooked underneath mine and he helped me sit up on his desk.

I heard him tucking himself back into his pants.

“Well,” I said breathlessly, dazed from our efforts, “what a way to break things in.”

He chuckled before I heard a zipper, and then I felt his strong pair of hands against my shoulders.

“Lean back against me,” he muttered against my ear.