“This greedy pussy wants it all, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, yes please Coach.” I beg as he holds himself just an inch inside me. My body is clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled.
I want to feel him in me, on me, around me. Consumed by him. He gives me everything I need, and things I didn't even know I needed until I met him.
I feel wanted. Not just in this moment when we’re both on the edge of bliss, but in every interaction.
“I want you Miguel, please, fuck me.” My inner thoughts spilling across my lips.
“I’ll give you everything Laney.” He says as he slides himself in another inch. “And I’m going to take this pussy and make it mine.”
“Gods, yes.” I whimper before he slams himself into me and drives forward, reaching my depths. Seating himself against my body, burying himself inside me.
I feel myself clench around him and he throws his head back in bliss.
“Fuck this pussy, Laney, I’m gone.” He growls as he ruts against me, over and over. My head hits the arm of the sofa and I reach up to brace myself against it, pushing back into him. “Yes, fucking take it and give it back to me.”
His movements stutter and he slows for a moment before unyielding thrusts pound against my body and the slap of his skin against mine fills the room.
“Oh, shit, Miguel!” I scream as my orgasm flies through me.
“Yes baby, yes. I’m gonna–” the words die on his lips as he stills and I feel the heat of his release inside me.
I watch as this beautiful man lets the tension melt from his body. It cascades down through each of his muscles until he lets my legs fall and he braces himself on his elbow above me, our foreheads touching as we catch our breath. His hair has come loose and it curtains around us and the cinnamon scent of his breath will always bring me back to this feeling of pure bliss and adoration.
Miguel presses a gentle kiss to my lips as he pulls out, our shared release spreading across my thighs. I reach up and rake my hands through his hair pulling him closer. Languid kisses become our recovery pace.
We stay that way, savoring each other until we both feel his cock as it recovers and grows harder against me again.
“Stay with me next weekend?” He whispers against my breast.
“At the race?”
“Yeah, cancel your hotel room.”
Should I admit to him I didn’t have one to begin with and tempt his wrath? Or give him the satisfaction of thinking I’m doing as he wishes?
Wrath is tempting.
So is submission.
I look up into his deep brown eyes and the tenderness there sways my decision.
“Yes, Coach.”
Chapter twenty-one
Miguel
Check for a Stripper Pole
Tendaysofracepreparations. Ten days of Laney.
I had to add extra electrolyte replenishment to our meal plans because of all the fucking sex we’re having.
I just can’t keep my cock to myself.
The need to make her feel good consumes me.
