Page 189 of The Coach

A breathless giggle escapes me. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

Jackson groans, his grip tightening. He’s done playing.

“You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Emerald Girl.”

Then, he punishes me.

His hands tighten around my wrists, keeping me pinned. Helpless.

But it’s not fear that floods my system.

It’s pure, reckless desire.

“You think you’re in charge?” Jackson growls, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s cute, baby.”

He kicks my legs wider, spreading me open, and I whimper at the loss of control.

He drags a hand down my spine, slow and possessive, until he’s gripping my hip, pressing his hard cock against my ass.

“So fucking sexy,” he mutters, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress, lifting it higher. “Look at you, Ivy. My girl. Carrying our baby. You’re already so gorgeous. I can’t wait to see that belly swell, those tits full as the baby grows.”

A shiver runs through me. That voice. Those words.

He tugs my panties down, just enough, and groans. “So fucking wet already?”

I squirm, pressing back against him, desperate for more. “Yes. For you? Always.”

He grips my hip harder. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

I whimper, nodding frantically.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me what you need.”

I exhale shakily, desperate, already unraveling.

“I need you, Jackson. I need you to fuck me.”

That’s all he needs.

With one brutal thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me wide, and I cry out, gripping the counter.

“Jesus,” he hisses, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. “Still so fucking tight.”

I arch against him, my nails scratching at the surface, my body already shattering.

Jackson groans, his grip bruising. “You feel it, baby? The way you squeeze me? The way your body knows who fucking owns it?”

I moan, my thighs trembling. “Yes.”

He reaches around, his hand finding my belly, pressing his palm against the growing swell.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “You don’t even know how fucking sexy you are like this.”

I gasp as he hits that spot, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

He groans, voice thick with possession. “You’re mine, Ivy.”

I cry out, my body clenching, spiraling, losing control.

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