Page 128 of The Coach

“Mmm. Good girl."

His fingers weave into my hair, tugging just enough to send a thrill down my spine.

“Can you take me deeper?”

I nod, parting my lips, taking him further into my throat, sucking softly.

"Fuck, yes, Ivy." His grip in my hair tightens. "So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth."

I moan, the sound vibrating around him, and he shudders.

I take him deeper, letting my tongue swirl over his length, hollowing my cheeks, watching his face.

His jaw clenches, his abs tighten.

He groans, head tipping back, his control unraveling.

Then, suddenly, he takes over.

His hands tighten in my hair, guiding me, fucking my mouth slowly at first, then deeper. Harder.

His breath comes rough and uneven.

His thighs tense beneath my hands.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck—just like that. Eyes up here. On me.”

My eyes water, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

I love watching him fall apart like this.

I love the way his muscles strain, the way his cock twitches on my tongue.

I love knowing I have this power over him.

He guides me off of him suddenly, a growl ripping from his throat.

His eyes are wild, blazing, and utterly feral.

"Get up here."

I do as he says, climbing onto his lap.

His hands go straight to my tits, squeezing, palming, rolling my nipples between his fingers with a careful roughness.

He lets out a low, dirty chuckle.

"These are gonna swell so fucking much the longer you’re carrying my baby, aren’t they?"

My breath hitches.

His fingers tease over my nipples again.

"Gonna look so fucking good bouncing while I fuck you, Ivy."

I moan, pressing myself against him.

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