Page 22 of The Coach

“Yeah,” I breathe, barely able to think straight. “But now I’m hungry for something else.”

Jackson chuckles, low and approving. “That’s my girl.”

Then, he grips my ass, spreading me open, and slides in a couple of inches.

I moan at the delicious stretch, my fingers digging into the couch cushions.

He pulls back, just slightly, then pushes in another inch, groaning. “You take me so fucking well, baby.”

I whimper, rocking back against him, desperate for more.

Jackson grips my hips tighter, his fingertips digging into my skin as he thrusts in deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper.

Until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me wide, filling me completely.

My moan is loud, breathy, uncontrollable.

“Jesus, Ivy,” he groans, pulling back and thrusting in again, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me gasping. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”

My body trembles, the pleasure unbearable, the sensation consuming. His hands slide up my back, pinning me down, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he moves.

It’s overwhelming. It’s everything.

My orgasm builds fast, white-hot and undeniable.

“Jackson,” I gasp, my nails scraping against the couch. “Oh, my God?—”

He knows.

He can feel my grip on him tighten.

“Let go, baby,” he growls. “Come all over my cock.”

And I do.

I fall apart, shaking, crying out his name as pleasure crashes over me.

Jackson groans, still fucking me through it, never letting up, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until I’m spent beneath him.

But he’s not done with me yet.

He keeps moving, deep and unrelenting, one hand gripping my hip so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. His other hand slides up, palming my breast, squeezing, rolling my nipple between his fingers until I whimper, overstimulated and desperate.

“How’s that, baby?” He whispers, his chest against my back.

“I love it.” I love how in tune he is with my body. It’s like every one of his movements responds to me.

Then, his palm leaves my breast—only to crack against my ass.

I gasp.

“Fuck,” he groans, his breath hot against my shoulder. “You like that?”

I nod, pushing back against him, needing more, needing everything.

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