Still breathless and languid from her orgasm, she sits up. Her mouth stretches in a pleased grin when she slips her arms through the sleeves.
“Your coaching jacket? Why?”
“Because I like seeing you wearing my name.” I return to the bed, pinning her to it with a kiss. “Looking like you’re mine.”
“Possessive,” she teases.
“Yes.” I nip her bottom lip. “You like it.”
“I do. I like everything about you.”
I hum in satisfaction. “You like me, huh? Show me.”
She twines her arms around my neck to draw me into a kiss. I knead her waist with one hand, enjoying the way she arches against me. Then I take a fistful of the jacket and bring my mouth to her ear.
“Good girl. Now let me eat your pussy while you’re wearing my name.”
I resume my position, pulling her legs over my shoulders and switching the vibrator on. I work around it, alternating from using it on her clit while my tongue dips inside her entrance. Her moans are music to my ears. I take my time, enjoying every second of pleasure I bring her. My hips rut against the sheets because her sounds are too damn good.
“Please, please,” she urges after I’ve made her come over and over.
I tear my mouth from her pussy. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me. I need you so bad.”
“What do you need?”
I’m already moving, lining up at her glistening entrance. She tries to angle her hips to get me to penetrate her. I caress her side.
“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“You. Inside me. Please, Cole.”
I drive into her with a sharp thrust that makes her back bow and her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Is that what you wanted? My cock?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I collapse over her, claiming her mouth in a scorching kiss and swallowing every noise she makes. She meets my thrusts, legs locked around me.
“Flip over,” I rasp. “I want to watch you taking my cock with my name across your back.”
She moans with a shudder, pussy tightening on my dick. Both of us stay in the same position for a moment longer before I let her turn onto her stomach. She lifts her hips and a ragged breath tears from me.
“Fuck, you look incredible like this, Evie.”
My palm splays on the small of her back, skimming her spine to touch where the jacket readsAssistant Coach Kincaid.
I search the bed for the abandoned toy, giving it to her. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
Taking her hips, I sink back into her with her name falling from my lips. She circles her hips, tossing her head back when I fuck her hard and fast. I grip the jacket for leverage to slam into her. She gasps and I feel it when she comes.
She’s perfect. Fucking perfect.
I hold out as long as possible, but my orgasm crashes over me. My body seizes, fingers digging into her, ragged breaths scraping my throat. She sighs in pleasure when I pulse inside her, filling her pussy with come.
“Feels so good,” she murmurs.
