Page 171 of The Coach

She blushes. “Maybe I just wanted to recreate a moment.”

I grin, leaning in, nipping at her lower lip. “What moment? I don’t recall any moment...”

She exhales, pressing her hips against mine. “You dick. You remember.”

“I don’t remember anything. You’re gonna have to help me.”

I cup her face, dragging her into a slow, deep kiss, my other hand sliding down to grip her ass under her dress.

She gasps softly, arching into me. “This ringing any bells?”

I trail kisses down her jaw. “It’s starting to be a little more familiar, yes. I’ve taken a lot of shots to the head in my player days though. You’re going to have to keep refreshing my memory.”

She tilts her head, offering me her neck. “Kiss me here. See if that triggers your memory.”

I groan, pulling her leg up around my waist. “We aresogetting caught one of these days.”

She giggles, unzipping my shorts. “Then we better be quick.”

Challenge fucking accepted.

In a flash she’s on her knees on the bed of pine needles below us, just off the beaten path, her hand wrapped around my base, licking the sides of my dick.

Fuck. She wraps her lips around me and plunges her mouth onto my hard length, jutting her hollowed out cheeks back and forth on me. She’s gettingwaytoo good at this.

“Baby,” I groan, putting my hand in her hair. “This is so fucking good. You’re going to make me blow though if you keep this up.”

“Mmm,” she moans, looking up at me as she takes me deeper. She’s almost freaking deepthroating me.

“Ivy,” I mutter. “I need you to stand up. Before I explode down your throat. Because I need more right now.”

She does, and I pull her dress up and grip Ivy’s hips. Lifting her up, I press her back tight against the rough bark. Letting go of one leg, she brings it down to the ground for balance, and with my free hand I slide her panties to the side, my rock hard cock teasing her soaked entrance.

“Fuck yeah, Ivy,” I grin, dragging my lips along her jaw. “You get wet from being on your knees for me in the forest?”

“Yeah. I’m always wet for you, Jackson.” She grins and whimpers, pushing her hips back, trying to take me.

I slide my hands up toward her breasts—I swear they’re a tiny bit fuller every day now—and caress them under her bra, but so fucking full of need. Sliding her bra off, I take her dress all the way off, too, and the reveal of her skin in the wilderness makes me feel like a wild animal in front his his prey.

I rip off my shirt so she can slide her hand down my chest. Leaning down, I palm one of her breasts and take her nipple in my mouth, making her moan.

Fuck.

Then I grip her tighter, holding her steady but careful of the baby.

Holding her back up with both hands, I press her into the tree and work my way inside her, inch by tight inch.

She cries out, arching her back, her fingers clawing at the bark.

Oh,fuck.

I groan, my forehead pressing against her shoulder.

“Jesus, baby,” she moans. “You’re like a lumberjack.”

“Oh I can be your lumberjack, Ivy.”

Her walls pulse around me, trying to take me, trying to adjust.

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