Page 51 of Her Coach

“Shit,” she hissed as she hooked one of her legs over the arm of the chair.

“Good girl,” I muttered as I pressed my nose into the top of her head.

I inhaled her scent as I dragged her wetness back up to her swollen clit. She jumped with each small circle around its throbbing base, and I growled as I teased her. Her little gasps and sighs filled the air around us, and I hung onto every single one. Her skin flushed with every ministration. Her arms tinted red. Her thighs bloomed with the same color as her cheeks. I bent down and kissed the jiggling swells of her breasts as she slowly rocked her hips against my hand.

“Colton, please,” she begged breathlessly.

“Mmmm, not yet,” I muttered as I traced my nose down to the shell of her ear. I removed my hand from between her legs, relishing the whimper of dissatisfaction that came from the beautiful woman beneath me. I looked into her eyes as I brought my fingers to my mouth, and I licked every single droplet of arousal off my digits.

Her eyes tracked my tongue’s every movement, and the way my cock swelled against my jeans had me seeing fucking stars.

I’d never be able to go back.

Not after tasting her.

And as I plunged my hand back between her legs, she hooked her other leg over the other arm of the chair.

I hiked the rest of her dress up.

“Oh, look at that pretty little pussy,” I said as I slipped one finger in, and then another. She whimpered, her hips rolling and shifting as I growled. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight.”

“So full,” she whispered. “So good. Do something, Colton. Anything. Please.”

With her pussy stuffed with my fingers, the pad of my thumb found her clit. And the second her jaw dropped open, I straddled her legs and towered over her as I clapped my left hand over her mouth.

I muted her sounds just before they rose up the back of her throat.

“That’s a good girl,” I growled lowly, so only the two of us heard. “You know what you want. You’re confident enough to know when it’s yours to take.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whimpered against my palm as her eyes rolled back.

I felt her clit pulsing heavily against my thumb as her tight walls clamped around my fingers. “You look so good taking me in. Inch by inch. Finger by finger. I bet you could handle another one, couldn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” she panted breathlessly as her hips bucked against my hand.

“Yes, you know you can. Such a good girl for me,” I said with a grin as I allowed a third finger to trace the already-tight ring of her pussy. “Now, spread those legs good and wide for me. There we go.”

She whimpered and wiggled as I breached the tight ring of her entrance with a third finger. Jesus fucking Christ, how long had it been since this woman had been with someone? Clearly she’d dropped everything in her life to take care of her mother, and that wouldn’t stand.

She wouldn’t neglect herself any longer.

Not while I was around.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned as her head fell back. She panted softly as three of my fingers buried themselves inside of her.

I flicked the pad of my thumb across the tip of her clit.

“Oh, God!” she cried out.

“There it is,” I growled as I clapped my hand back over her mouth. “Now, come like a good girl for me. And keep those eyes on me.”

Her eyes widened, but her hips bucked. Over and over, chasing her high, meeting my hand, thrust for thrust. The wet sounds coming from between her legs had my cock leaking against my boxer briefs, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. The second Brynn’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, I felt her walls clamp around me. My palm filled with her arousal, coating my hands and dripping down to my wrist. What I wouldn’t have given to bury myself between her legs right then.

I wanted to watch her, though.

I wanted to watch her fall over the edge.

“Oh, Colton,” she moaned against my hand as her hips rose to the occasion. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Like that. Like that. So close. So… so…”