Page 140 of The Coach

And he’s just getting started.

I shudder as Jackson’s mouth trails lower, teasing, slow—just enough to drive me crazy. His hand grips my hip, keeping me pinned, his other palm smoothing down the back of my thigh.

I try to lift myself up and flip over, but his deep, rough voice stops me.

“Did I say you could move?”

I freeze.

His palm swipes up my bare ass, slow and possessive. Then—crack.

I gasp, my back arching instinctively into his touch.

“Oh, you like that,” he muses, his voice pure sin. “Figures.”

He kneads the sting, his fingers spreading me, teasing the most sensitive part of me with the lightest, filthiest touch.

My breathing is erratic, my body trembling, needing more—needing him.

“Jackson.”

“No.” He drags his thumb through my slick folds, barely giving me any pressure, just enough to make me lose my mind. “You don’t get to say my name unless you’re begging.”

I whimper, pressing my cheek against the pillow, my hands fisting the sheets.

His mouth follows the path of his fingers—hot, wet kisses along my inner thigh, teasing my aching center but never giving me what I need.

“Fucking soaked,” he mutters.

“Jackson, please?—”

Another sharp smack on my ass.

“Not yet.”

I whimper. I have never wanted anything more in my entire life.

His teeth graze the soft skin at my hip, his tongue tracing maddening circles closer and closer to where I need him most.

And then—finally—he flips me onto my back and drags his mouth up the slick heat of me, his tongue flattening against my most sensitive spot, sucking, licking, devouring.

I scream.

“Oh, fuck—Jackson!”

His growl vibrates against me as he tightens his grip on my hips, holding me down as his tongue works me over, feasting like he’s been starving for this.

I squirm, thrashing against him, but his grip is iron-clad.

“Stay still,” he orders, his voice dripping with dominance. “Take what I give you.”

My knees buckle.

I don’t just take it.

I crumble for him.

He slides two fingers inside me, curling just right, his mouth sucking at my clit in perfect, dirty rhythm.

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