Page 17 of Yes, Coach

"Oh God, yes." I moan, struggling to keep my eyes open as his narrow, tongue on his lower lip.

"That's it, baby. Make all those sounds for me." He sets up a rhythm that has me writhing on his lap, legs opening, soft sounds spilling from my lips. "You're so beautiful like this. So responsive. Pleases me."

Something builds inside me. Down deep, it’s like a ball starting to roll, getting bigger, a pressure that's both wonderful and overwhelming. "Daddy, I think... I think I'm going to..."

"Of course you are.” He doubles down on my clit, that bundle of nerves ready to jump off whatever cliff is coming. “I know you already. Daddy's got you. Deep breath, let it go."

He drives his finger forward until his knuckles meet my open folds. There’s a burning pain that’s just enough to let me know he’s taking me somewhere I’ve never gone before. The orgasm hits me like a wave, the undertow pulling me down, down, stealing my breath and making my whole body shake. He holds me through it, fingers moving, pulling more and more out of me.

“Thata girl. That’s so good. So pretty. You can give it all to Daddy, baby. I’m here.”

When the waves start to ebb, the room comes into focus and I'm boneless against his chest, and he's stroking my hair gently.

"How do you feel?" he asks softly.

"Like I never want to leave this room."

He chuckles. "We're just getting started, sweetheart." His fingers are still inside me, and he moves them slowly, making me gasp. "I think you can give me another one."

"I don't think I can."

"You can and you will." The words are stern, some of the softness leaving his eyes. "You’re going to give me what I want."

“Are we going to…” I shrug, swallowing, a low terror building inside me, wondering if I’m really ready for this. “Fuck?”

He seems to read me like I’ve got thought bubbles in neon over my head.

“No baby. Not right now. You’re not ready for that, but you will still give me what I want. So, relax.” He shifts me off his lap and onto the bed, positioning me on my back, my legs falling to the side, my arms wrapping around my belly. "You just lay there and Daddy’s going to kiss you. You're gonna fill my mouth this time, baby. I gave you what you need, now you'll do the same for me."

My cheeks burn, but the heat in his eyes makes my body respond instantly. He pushes my dress up my legs, nodding toward my chest. “Unbutton. I want your tits out where I can see them.”

With a stern nod, I do as I’m told, his body shifting on the mattress, making my body bounce as he lowers his chest to the bed.

"Let's open up for me. Daddy's hungry."

He settles between my legs, drawing my panties down my legs, then positioning them with knees high, moving my feet outward.

“I like your socks. You made me so fucking hard the other day when you wore them. You know you’re my little girl now, right? And you’ll do little girl things to please me.”

I swallow against the sudden dryness in my throat as I finish the last buttons on the bodice of my dress, and he works my blue slip-on Keds off my feet, planting a kiss on the top of each foot after he throws my shoes onto the floor with a soft thud.

“Look at those little perfect tits you’re growing for me. Spread that dress open, I want to see your nipples get nice and hard while I put my tongue in your pussy.”

“Oh shit,” I blurt out on a gasp as his mouth connects in a solid, earth-shattering kiss right against my clit.

I’m a squirming mess from that moment on. Arching and twitching and crying as he moves his mouth all over down there. Tongue, lips, teeth, all taking their turns as I react instinctively like it’s all too much, slapping my legs closed.

"Oh no, baby girl. Let Daddy have what he needs. You use your word if you need me to stop, you remember? Red to stop, yellow to slow down. But that’s only when you are sure you can’t take anymore, clear?"

I nod, he returns the gesture, then he’s Coach Hurricane between my legs.

I push my hips upward, as he takes my legs in an iron grip, pulling me wide. I flail and moan, grabbing the pillow in both hands, pulling it up to the sides of my head, muffling the sounds of his wet mouth doing the most unbelievable things.

I had zero clue having a mouth on me could feel like this.

My second orgasm builds faster and harder than the first with his fingers. When I fly apart this time, I'm sobbing his name, my hands fisted in his hair.

"Beautiful," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, kissing softly as my body twitches, stuttering little breaths caught in my throat. As I calm, warm lips linger on my inner thighs. His tongue dances in a long slow stroke, down until he’s kissing me behind my knee. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. So sweet, I’ll be needing more of that every fucking day, little one. Just so you know. When Daddy says he’s hungry, you take off your panties and present yourself for my pleasure, got it?"

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