Page 53 of Her Coach

I’m fucked.

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BRYNN

I heard him moving around. I heard him doing… something. I felt him staring at me, most definitely. But every time I went to move, I just… couldn’t. I was boneless. Like the calcium that made up my skeletal system evaporated away, leaving nothing but a pile of skin and meat behind. Stars still danced in my vision as I blinked a few times, trying to get the little silvery spots to go away. That was the hottest experience I’d ever had in my life.

Well, the only experience like that I’d ever had.

But still, I wasn’t sure what the hell could top that.

Maybe he’ll let me do the same thing to him.

The thought made my mouth water. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t have these urges or anything. I guess I just got so lost in my degree while in college, and then moving back home to make sure Mom was all right…

Twenty-six years old, and I’d never been with a man. Would someone like Colton like that? Or, would he think I’m pathetic?

I went back to my original thought. Tasting him. I wanted to taste him. I’d never done that kind of thing before, but I’m sure it wasn’t too hard. Just because I’d never experienced it didn’t mean I didn’t understand how it worked. Mouth open, dick in, close mouth, suck. Bob. Swallow. Lick.

Mmmm, lick.

I wanted his cock to be the first in my hands.

I wanted his mouth to be the first on my pussy.

I wanted his body to be the first inside of mine.

Fucking hell, what has this man done to me?

“Come here,” Colton growled.

“Ah,” I squeaked as he picked me up.

I hovered in the air as if I weighed nothing, but the darkness of his office didn’t provide me much in the way of getting my bearings. My mind had only just cleared of its euphoric haziness, but before I knew it, I felt my ass touch down against… the top of his desk.

He sat down in his rolling office chair and picked my feet up into his hands. He stared me down with a grin on his face, and I watched as he slowly slipped my flip flops off my feet. He took one of them into his gruff, callused hands, massaging it slowly. I groaned as I laid back, not even thinking about the fact that he had cleared our food off his desk, and I allowed him to pamper me with his motions.

“Good?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I said as I gazed up half-heartedly at the ceiling.

I grew so lost in the foot massage that I didn’t even realize he shifted until I felt his lips press against the inside of my thigh. I gasped, whipping my head up from his desk so quickly that the room began to spin. That’s when I saw that my dress was hiked up to my hips. He had my panties pulled off to the side again, only this time my legs weren’t settled on the floor, or on either side of him. Instead, my legs were hooked over his gigantic fucking shoulders.

“Say no or lay back. Those are your options,” he said as he peered up at me from between my thighs.

I did as he asked.

I slowly laid back down against his desk.

“Good girl,” he growled.

The instant his tongue dove into my depths, my head shot into the clouds. His arms threaded themselves beneath my thick thighs, pulling me closer as he growled against my clit. My jaw quivered. My eyes rolled back. He held me against him like a ravenous beast, his stubble tickling my outer edges while his tongue laved at my throbbing slit. He licked me from entrance to tip, giving my clit little flicks and kisses just to make sure she wasn’t forgotten.

It was all too much.

He was too much.

In the best of ways.