Page 130 of The Coach

I watch the way my body moves against him in the reflection, the way his muscles tense, the way he grips me like he’s about to lose his fucking mind.

“Faster, baby. Fuck yourself on me.”

I obey, bouncing, grinding, taking him harder, deeper, chasing that perfect friction, that wild, toe-curling pleasure.

Jackson groans, deep and rough.

“That’s it. Fucking take it. Ride me like you mean it.”

I ride up and down on him, my breath ragged.

His hands slide up, gripping my tits, squeezing, tweaking, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I gasp.

His hands slide down, grasping my hips, forcing me to take him even deeper.

“Just like that.”

A shockwave of pleasure bolts through me.

“Jackson—oh, fuck?—”

His thumb drags down to my clit, pressing, circling, stroking, working me into a frenzy.

“Come for me, baby. Come while I’m buried inside you.”

I scream his name, body shaking, pulsing, clenching around him.

Jackson snarls, grabbing me and flipping me onto my back in a heartbeat.

He pins me down, his eyes wild, blazing, possessive.

“You think we’re done?” he growls.

His cock slides back inside me, stretching me wide again, deeper this time, harder.

“I’m gonna make you come again, Ivy. Over and over. Until you forget your own fucking name. Like I said.”

I gasp, already so fucking wrecked, but Jackson isn’t done. Not even close.

He drives into me, deep and hard, his pace relentless, his cock slamming into me with precision, hitting that spot over and over until I’m seeing stars.

I thrash, completely at his mercy, my legs trembling, my body overloaded with sensation.

Jackson’s hands are everywhere— gripping my hips, pinning my wrists above my head, sliding down my throat, owning me.

“Fucking perfect, baby. So fucking perfect. You were made to be fucked like this. By me.”

I moan, writhing, arching, desperate.

“You like that, Ivy? You like me fucking you like I own this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, fuck—yes, Jackson!”

His low growl rumbles against my skin.

His pace quickens, his thrusts sharper, deeper, his body taking me apart, tearing me open, filling me.

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