Page 96 of Her Coach

I closed my jaw just a smidge, until I felt the hinge of it relax. He smiled down at me, his eyes alight with a plan, and I knew I’d never love a man the way I loved him. I didn’t care that we’d only been in each other’s lives for a short time. I didn’t care that we’d only been on a handful of dates. This man was made for me; mind, body, and soul.

And I’d give him all of me.

“Now,” he said as he settled the tip of his cock along my tongue, “we’re going to do this slowly. Whenever we hit your gag reflex, we’re going to pause and I’m going to let you get oriented so the gagging stops. It’s less about working around the reflex and knowing how to control it. It’s part of your body, just like anything else.”

I nodded up at him, taking all of his instruction as he settled the mushroom crown of his cockhead against my tongue.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly, his finger still stroking up and down the underside of my neck.

“I know,” I muttered as best as I could with his heft pinning my tongue down.

A mischievous grin crossed his face. “Now, take regular breaths and don’t lock out your jaw.”

Inch by inch, he slid along my tongue, and the second the crown of his cock passed my uvula, the first gag hit. Only this time, Colton didn’t pull back. He simply cupped the back of my head, stopping his movements, and gave me time to figure things out.

It wasn’t pretty by any means. Snot filled my nose. Another gag sounded, causing tears to crest my eyes. But his fingertips caressed my face and slid along my throat, helping me to relax between his legs.

He thrust another inch past the curve of my throat.

“Such a good girl for me,” he groaned as his cock twitched. It caused another gag, and I paused. A tear streaked my cheek. I braced my hands against his thighs. He gripped my hair, holding me steadily to his cock, but not pushing me further. “So good for me. Look at how well you drink me down.”

I fluttered my wet eyelashes, my eyes meeting his.

I saw nothing but admiration and pride in his stare.

When I had my body under control yet again, he thrust a bit further. Every time I gagged, he paused to let me rework things until my nose was seated against his tightly wound curls.

“Jesus fuck, Brynn,” he hissed as his hand stroked through my hair, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

I hummed my appreciation around his dick.

I certainly didn’t expect the reaction that happened.

Before I knew it, he snapped his hips against my face. “Do that again.”

I hummed, nuzzling his curls with my nose as his cock twitched deeply down in my throat. At least, it felt like it was deeply down in my throat.

I wanted him to invade all of me and never retreat.

“Fucking hell,” he growled as he gripped my hair, “keep that throat relaxed for me, beautiful.”

He pulled my head up, moving my throat away from his cock. Then he slowly eased me back down. I gagged a couple of times, but I didn’t have to stop. He did it a little quicker. Slowly his movements increased until he fucked my face as I knelt there, taking it like the good girl I wanted to be for him.

And that filthy mouth of his only got me going even more.

“Fucking hell, Brynn. What a mouth on you. Swallowing me down without so much as a gag. You’re a gem.”

I moaned around him as his hips met my face. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking on him as hard as I could while his hips bucked and stuttered. I felt his spindly fingernails raking along my scalp as he invaded my throat. Over and over again, with his precum spilling down into my stomach. I curled my hands into his pulsing thighs. His growls and grunts filled the spaces between us as my spit dribbled down his heavy balls. I raised my hand, cupping them and feeling their heft. Massaging their wetness in my palm.

The way he pumped his hips quicker told me all I needed to know about my decision.

“Brynn. Fuck. Oh, shit. Just like that. Suck that cock, sweet girl.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Oh hell,” he grunted out.

It was the only warning I got as his hips locked out and his thighs shivered. He slammed my head down his cock, despite my gag reflex, and I breathed through it as I felt his thickness jumping against my throat. Ropes of his arousal spilled into my stomach, marking me from the inside out. And as his hand quaked on top of my head, I nuzzled my nose softly against his pelvis until his cock was satiated and empty, spent from my efforts.