Page 172 of The Coach

She pants, shivering. “You’re so fucking big.”

I grin, dark and satisfied.

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Yes.”

I pull out almost completely before slamming back in.

She cries out, her whole body jerking forward.

I catch her, holding her still as I pound into her,owningher, making sure she feels every single inch.

“This pussy’s mine,” I growl, wrapping her hair around my fist, tilting her head back.

She moans, wrecked. “Yes—God—Jackson.”

The way she’s clenching around me is driving me fucking insane.

“Tell me how much you love it, baby,” I demand, gripping her ass, pulling her into my thrusts.

“I love it,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I love it so much. Jackson, I?—”

She’s close. I can feel it.

We lock eyes.

And she shatters.

Her whole body convulses, her legs shaking, her head dropping.

Fuck.

I pull out, and before she can catch her breath, I lay her down carefully on her back on the bed of fallen leaves.

I hover over her, staring down at her flushed face.

“So goddamn pretty,” I murmur, brushing her hair back.

She blinks up at me, her chest rising and falling fast.

“Take me like this,” she whispers.

I groan, guiding myself back inside her, sinking in deep.

IswearI see stars.

I bury my face in her neck, thrusting slowly, deep, making herfeelme.

She gasps, arching into me.

I groan against her skin.

“You feel that, baby?” I rasp, grinding my hips, making sure she takes every inch. “Feel how deep I am?”

She whimpers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“You were made for me,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her lips, rolling my hips in slow, devastating strokes.

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