Page 125 of The Coach

Like he’s already planning to ruin me all over again.

His hands glide over my skin, mapping, memorizing, before he lifts me effortlessly, pressing me against the glass.

His lips brush against my ear, his voice dark, hungry, and all-consuming.

“Good. I can’t believe I got so ahead of myself I forgot to take them off. Now let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

He turns me around to face the city again, his hands firm on my hips. “One thing though,” he purrs, his voice low and steady. “Ivy, baby, if you’re uncomfortable in any way, at any time, I need you to tell me. Okay? This is new for me too.”

His words sink into my skin like warmth spreading through my veins.He’s thinking about me. About us.

“Okay. Thanks. That means a lot.” My heart does a slow, molten flip. Somehow, his caring communication only makes me ache more for him.

Finally, he presses inside. I choke on a breath, pushing my hips back, needing more, needing all of him. But his grip tightens, holding me still, forcing me to take it slow.

His lips graze my ear, his voice dark and smug. “Did you forget what it’s like to take me?”

I bite my lip, heat pooling in my core.

He presses in again—another inch.

Just enough to make me shudder, to make me clench around nothing.

Then, he pulls back again.

I groan, fisting my hands. “That’s it. Give me more.”

“Shhh, baby.” He grips my hips, holding me steady as he drags his cock over me again, slick, teasing. “I want to hear you beg.”

I swallow hard, my entire body trembling.

I can’t. I won’t.

Except I already am.

“Please.” My voice is wrecked, desperate. “Jackson, please fuck me.”

He lets out a low, dark chuckle.

"Every night, Ivy." His voice is a rough whisper against my neck. “You think I really fucking forgot about you? I never did. I never could.”

His cock presses inside again—deeper this time.

Stretching me. Filling me.

Then, pulling back out.

I whine, shaking. “Jackson, fuck. It’s so good.”

He groans, deep and primal, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Fuck, I love hearing you like this.”

Another inch.

Deeper.

Then he stills.

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