Page 84 of Coach's Temptation

He withdraws his hand abruptly, leaving me panting. He locks his glare on me, those eyes flashing with dark desire as he swallows hard.

"Then shut the fuck up and come here."

Hunter’s powerful hands grasp my hips, lifting me effortlessly off the floor. He deposits me roughly onto the tiny marble sink, my back pressed against the mirrored wall.

He hooks his fingers roughly into the waistband of my drenched leggings and panties, tugging them down in one fierce motion, baring me completely to him.

I shift uncomfortably on the cold sink, trying to find a stable position. My head bumps against the mirror as I try to angle myself better.

"Wait," I whisper, gripping the edge of the sink. My legs are spread wide, but the awkward height has me perched precariously. One wrong move and I'll slide right off. "This isn't—I can't get—"

Hunter steps between my thighs, his broad shoulders supporting my weight. His hands grip my hips, steadying me.

“Grab onto something, sweetheart,” he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. “You’re gonna fucking need it.”

Before I can respond, Hunter’s strong hands grip my inner thighs, forcing them wider apart, spreading me open for him. The possessiveness in his eyes makes me throb, my pussy dripping wet, aching for his touch.

Then his mouth is on me, tongue plunging deep into my slit, devouring me with relentless hunger.

"Holy shit," I moan, my head dropping back so hard it bangs against the mirror again. "Oh, Hunter, fuck…"

I cry out, biting down hard on my knuckles to muffle the sound as he licks me roughly from my entrance up to my clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue in quick, fierce strokes.

His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs, adding to the sensation. I’m panting harder now as he works his tongue over my clit with savage intensity.

My fingers tangle in his damp hair, gripping the back of his head, pulling him closer as I rock my hips shamelessly against his mouth.

“Yes—fuck—right there, Hunter, don’t stop—”

He groans against my pussy, the deep vibration nearly undoing me. His tongue lashes my clit harder, faster, and suddenly I’m right there on the edge, teetering dangerously close to oblivion.

“Come on, Natalie,” he growls roughly, his voice raw and commanding. “Give it to me.”

His lips close around my clit, sucking mercilessly while two fingers plunge deep inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that makes my vision blur.

My orgasm hits me like lightning, ripping through my body as I clamp my hand tightly over my mouth, muffling the scream as I shudder and convulse around his fingers.

Hunter doesn’t relent.

He holds me down, pinning me to the sink as he continues feasting, licking up every drop of my climax, prolonging the pleasure until my body goes limp, completely wrecked.

A thunderous roar erupts through the plane, snapping me back to reality as the entire team starts chanting "BOSTON! BOSTON! BOSTON!" at the top of their lungs.

The sound vibrates through the tiny bathroom where I'm still perched on the sink with Hunter's face buried between my thighs.

Slowly, he rises to his feet, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with raw, animalistic satisfaction as he turns his ear to the noise in the main cabin.

With an odd smile creeping on his lips, he leans in, lips brushing mine in a filthy kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“Well, sweetheart, sounds like we're headed to Boston in the next round,” he whispers darkly, his cock straining visibly against his soaked pants. "You ready to meet my parents, baby?"

My post-orgasmic haze shatters instantly.

I freeze, still perched on the sink, my thighs trembling.

"Y-your... parents?" The words come out in a squeak.

Hunter's wicked grin widens as he straightens his tie, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

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