Page 19 of The Coach

“Oh, baby,” He grits out, holding my hips steady. “Oh yes. Good fucking girl.”

“Mmm.”

The stretch is immediate, delicious, and I gasp as he pushes inside, inch by inch. He fills me completely, the thickness of him almost overwhelming, and I have to pause to catch my breath, my hands bracing against his chest.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “You look so hot from this angle. It’s crazy. And my God, you’re tight.”

I moan softly, adjusting to him as a shiver runs down my spine. “Yeah well when you’re as big as you are…of course I’m tight,” I whisper with a slight grin, my voice trembling as I begin to move. I lift myself up slowly before sliding back down, the sensation sending sparks shooting through my body.

“Mmm, just like that, baby,” he growls, his hips rising slightly to meet mine. “You’re perfect.”

His words fuel me, and I start to move faster, my hands gripping his chest for balance as I ride him. His cock fills me so completely, hitting spots inside me that make me cry out, my head tipping back as waves of pleasure roll through me.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice commanding yet soft. “I want to see you when you come.”

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and the raw hunger in his expression sends another jolt of heat straight to my core. His hands slide up my sides, brushing the undersides of my breasts before moving back to my hips, guiding me as I move faster, harder.

The rhythm between us builds, the friction perfect, the pleasure mounting with every thrust. My nails dig into his chest, and I can feel the muscles beneath his skin flexing as he moves with me, his control barely hanging by a thread.

“Jackson,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”

His words are my undoing. My body tenses as the climax hits me like a tidal wave, my thighs shaking, my breath catching in my throat as pleasure crashes over me. I cry out, his name spilling from my lips again as my body tightens around him, pulsing, gripping him like I never want to let go.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips bucking up into me, losing control.

His hand slides up my throat, pulling me in for a wet, sloppy, desperate kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, his breath ragged, his grip firm—like he can’t get enough of me.

My lips part, my chest heaving, my body wrung out from pleasure.

Then, his hands slide down, gripping my ass, squeezing hard. His voice is rough, thick with need.

“Get on all fours.”

Heat flares through me at the command.

I shift forward, my knees pressing into the sheets, my back arching as I position myself for him.

Behind me, I hear him curse under his breath.

“My God, that ass. Ivy, I can’t tell if you’re a devil sent to tempt me or an angle sent to rescue me.”

A shiver rolls down my spine. “Why can’t I be both?”

I feel his hands on me—spreading me open, teasing me—before he thrusts back in.

A sharp, broken cry rips from my throat as he pounds into me from behind, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back to meet every thrust.

I brace myself against the mattress, every movement pushing me higher, deeper into the pleasure that coils tight inside me while he fucks me from behind, letting me feel the heavy muscle behind his frame. He’s unrelenting, and I lose track of time.

“Yeah, baby. Like that,” I moan.

I squeeze him and his pace quickens, rougher, more desperate. His moans turn guttural, his grip unrelenting.

And then—with one last deep, shuddering thrust, he buries himself inside me, pulsing as he comes, filling me completely.

The sound he makes is low, raw, vibrating through my entire body.

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