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“Let me compete, please.”
“No.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”
“Anyone with a pussy would react to you the same way I do.”
The climax I so dearly needed with Kova was about to come to a head. We kept going at it like caged animals. A shiver zipped down my spine, heating my body everywhere. Kova sucked on my neck, his tongue lapping and I whimpered, “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
Kova seized my lips, nearly sucking the life from me as he fucked me with every ounce of strength he had. Our tongues collided with each other just as fast. I loved the taste of him, the feel of his body on mine, and I wondered if he felt the same about me.
“Feel it, malysh, feel it deep inside you,” he pulled out and thrusted back in. His cock twitched inside me and I squeezed him with my pussy. “Right there,” he groaned into my mouth and I nodded. I felt what he said, and I loved it. His hands came up and tangled in my hair, his breathing became heavy and I knew he was close to losing it. “God, I fucking love being inside of you. Love everything about being with you,” he admitted with a moan. His words seized my heart. “I love the pressure around my cock, the way your pussy squeezes me. You make me crazy. All I can think about is fucking you and watching you come. You are gorgeous when you come for me.” Chills flitted across my skin, because I loved it too. I loved his touch, his mouth, his arrogant, pushy attitude. I loved so much about him.
“I won’t orgasm if you won’t let me compete.”
“Like I care,” he said, then swiveled his pelvis into my clit, proving what a liar I was. “Funny thing is, I can make you come.”
“You’re nothing but a fucking asshole, you know that?” I panted into his neck as I held on for dear life.
“You are just now figuring that out?”
He knew exactly what my body needed, where to touch me and how to take me. Kova held my hips down on him just how I liked it, and we began to orgasm together when someone knocked on the door twice before barging in.
“Hey Coach—” Hayden said, his mouth gaping wide open.
The orgasm ripped through me as I locked eyes with Hayden. I couldn’t stop it from happening—and I didn’t want to. Kova tried to pull away, but I locked my ankles and squeezed him hard. I needed this orgasm and so did he. “Keep going,” I demanded, only for his ears while my eyes were glued to Hayden’s. I could only imagine what he saw, what he was thinking. Glossy eyes, rosy cheeks, and a man clearly thrusting into his friend. At least his pants weren’t down and it just looked like he was holding me here.
Kova’s hand gripped my waist so tight that I knew I’d have a bruise tomorrow. Again. His orgasm flew into me and I took all of it.
Kova looked over his shoulder and gave Hayden a murderous glare, and yelled, “Get out!”
“Ah, oh…my…” Hayden stammered before slamming the door shut and leaving.
My head dropped to Kova’s neck. We were breathing so deeply when he asked, “What have we done?”
He pulled out, my legs slid weakly down his hips. His semen dripped down my inner thigh. I wanted to wipe it, but instead I tucked my boob back in and said, “I have to go. I need to find Hayden and make this right.” I didn’t have time for anything else.
Kova flattened his hand against the wall, caging me in. I looked up and locked gazes with his steely green eyes.
“You better fix this, Adrianna, this is your goddamn fault. I swear to God, if he utters a word of this to anyone, you will regret it.” He was seething with anger but with every right. “Do you understand? I will personally make sure your career is over.”
I nodded in understanding.
Quickly, I fled from his office. Luckily no one was in the hallway as I dashed to my locker. I threw on my sweats, jumping into the pant legs and then raced to the parking lot to find Hayden.
“Hayden! Hayden!” He was pulling open the driver’s side door when he looked over his shoulder. Disappointment. I saw nothing but disappointment laced in his eyes.
“Hayden,” I repeated breathlessly in front of him. “Wait.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Aid? Are you seriously sleeping with the coach?” My shoulders dropped. I wanted nothing more than to lie, but I refused. Hayden knew the answer. It was written on his crest fallen face.
He shook his head in disbelief. “Why, Aid? How could you?”
I didn’t respond—I couldn’t. There were no words for what he saw other than pure abandonment.
“Is he forcing you?” When I didn’t answer, he exclaimed, “Jesus, say something!”
