Page 25 of Yes, Coach

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Your turn."

I strip off the suit jacket and tie, but when I reach for my shirt buttons, she settles a hand on mine.

"Let me take care of you, Daddy."

Her fingers are trembling slightly as she works the buttons free, and the sight of her nervousness mixed with desire makes my chest tight with emotion.

When she's got my shirt open, she runs her hands over my chest, exploring the scars and muscle with reverent fingers.

"I love your body," she murmurs. "It’s like a bunker. Hard and safe and I want to live inside it."

"All yours, baby girl."

The rest of our clothes disappear quickly, and then we're skin to skin on the bed, her soft curves pressed against my harder angles. I take my time kissing her, relearning the taste of her mouth, the sounds she makes when I find that sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Please," she gasps when I've reduced her to a writhing mess beneath me. "I need you inside me."

"Not yet." I kiss my way down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts before continuing south. "First, I'm going to make you come with my mouth. Then I'm going to makeyou come with my fingers. And then, when you're so desperate you can barely think straight, I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."

"Daddy, please..."

"Patience, baby girl. Daddy's going to take care of you."

I settle between her thighs, and the first taste of her nearly undoes me. She's already so wet, so ready, and the sounds she makes when I work her with my tongue are the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

It doesn't take long to bring her to the edge, and when she comes apart beneath my mouth, her hands fisted in my hair, I nearly come just from watching her.

"So fucking beautiful when you let go," I murmur against her inner thigh. "My perfect girl."

Before she can fully recover, I'm working her with my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her arch off the bed.

"Oh God, I can't... it's too much..."

"Yes, you can. Give me another one, baby. Let Daddy make you feel good."

The second orgasm hits her even harder than the first, and by the time the aftershocks fade, she's boneless and pliant beneath me.

"Now," she whispers. "Please, Daddy. I need you now."

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock already slick with her arousal. "Look at me, Taryn. I want to see your face when I make you mine."

Her hazel eyes lock onto mine, trusting and open and so full of love it takes my breath away.

"I love you," I tell her as I push inside, slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust to my size.

"I love you too," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh God, you're so big..."

"You're doing so good, baby girl. Taking me so well." I pause when I'm fully seated inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust to the incredible sensation. "How does it feel?"

"Full. Perfect. Like I was made for you."

"Youweremade for me." I start to move, slow and gentle at first, but the way she responds, the way she meets my thrusts and begs for more, quickly drives me to increase the pace.

"Harder," she pants. "Please, Daddy, I need it harder."

I flip us over so she's on top, her hands braced against my chest as she rides me. The sight of her above me, hair wild, skin flushed with arousal, is almost too much to bear.

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