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Archer notices and puts his hand forcefully on my wrists. “No. I want you bound for me.”
I grunt in frustration as he trails his finger down the center of my chest slowly, his cock still inside of me. And then he circles my clit with the lightest of touches and I combust.
“Oh my God!” My entire body shudders with the intensity of an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever experienced. “Archer!” I scream his name as my muscles clamp down around him.
He growls as he continues to fuck me through it, eyes flashing with a determination that tells me he’s not done with me yet. Archer grabs my bound wrists and pulls them down to my chest and then flips me over, so that I’m on top, his cock still embedded deep inside of me.
“Ride my cock and make me come,” he orders.
It’s a challenge, but one that makes me feel unbelievably self-conscious.
“I want you to come again.” He spanks my ass, the sensation only adding to the pleasure still coursing through my veins.
I bite my lip and then move my hips, never one to back down from a challenge, especially not from Coach.
He watches me as I move up and down, grinding my hips in a way that pushes him so deep inside of me it feels like he’s going to tear me in half. “That’s right, baby girl, fuck yourself on me.” He spanks my ass, and it only adds to the intoxicating desire I feel right now, spurring me on like a horse being spurred into a gallop.
My hands remain bound in front of me and rested on his muscular abs as I use them to push myself up and down.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Adrianna,” he murmurs, watching me with an admiration that makes butterflies come to life in the pit of my stomach. “So fucking beautiful.”
His words shouldn’t make me feel the way they do, as no doubt he’s said that to enough girls in his time here as the gym coach, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like the only fucking girl in the world. With that thought in my mind, I ride him harder, my hips finding a perfect rhythm as I chase my orgasm harder.
Archer’s finger nails dig into my hips as he helps me, pushing me up and down his cock with force. And then I feel him hit a spot inside of me that sends me over the edge for the second time, and this time is even more intense. All of my muscles tense as I come apart, my body shaking with the force of my climax.
Archer growls. “Fuck, baby girl. Your cunt is like a vise.” And then I feel his cock grow impossibly harder before he shoots his cum deep inside of me. The sensation is an odd feeling and yet it only makes my orgasm more powerful. “Take my cum like the good girl you are,” he groans, fingertips digging hard into my hips.
When he finally stops rutting into me, I collapse by the side of him, my hands still bound. And slowly, as we lie in silence, apart from our labored breathing, reality creeps in and shame hits me hard. I just fucked Archer Daniels, and I enjoyed every minute, despite all that he’s done.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s time for me to beat him at his own game. He may think he’s won, but I’m in it for the long haul. Taking my virginity may be the start, but what happens when he gets in too deep and wants more? I’ll break his heart, and he’ll wish he never went near me.
18
ARCHER
Ican’t help but walk with a spring in my step as I enter the academy the next morning. The frustration that had been plaguing me finally eased.
Adrianna gave in to the inevitable and we fucked like animals all damn night. The first time, afterward she was reluctant to go again, but I soon convinced her and by the time the fourth time came around she was the one begging for more. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot, which isn’t necessarily something to be proud of.
Once she let go of her inhibitions, she was a fucking goddess. It’s hard to get the image of her riding my cock out of my mind.
I open the door to the staff room to find Gav, sitting in his usual chair, looking a little frustrated. “Morning,” I say.
Gav’s brow furrows as he looks up at me, as if in his own word. “Morning,” he grunts, and goes back to staring into space.
“Everything alright?”
“Great.”
I detect a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. My workload is just getting to me this semester.”
“You have math first period, don’t you?” He’s been grumpier than ever since he volunteered to cover math.
“Yes,” he says simply.
