Page 21 of First Time Coach

“Hurt me,” I reply. It’s like I’m possessed by him. Only Coach, a man, could bring this out of me. “Hurt my pussy with that huge cock of yours. Hurt me and then fuck me like I’m yours. Because I am.”

I want to take it all, every inch he has to give me. I want to be his little fuck-slut to do with whatever he wants. I want to make his cock explode again as he empties his balls wherever he wants. My body is his. I am his.

“You think you can take it?” he growls, almost challengingly. “All of this big cock inside your virgin pussy?”

“I won’t break,” I tell him. “Try me.”

Coach’s eyes blaze down at me and I hold their gaze as I stroke his muscles, feeling their cuts, their strength. I see sweat beginning to form on his face and take a deep breath as his scent increases. It’s ridiculous how much he turns me on.

He starts thrusting faster; the first one takes my breath away. It hurts, and I feel my walls stretch, but the pain just spurs me on. I can see the dominance in his eyes. He’s claiming me, marking his territory, making me his. A naughty thought enters my mind, and I just come right out and say it.

“I bet Trent wishes he was you right now.”

Coach’s reaction is priceless; his eyes go wide and he stops thrusting. His cock is deep inside me, pressed against my cervix. I can feel his balls on my asshole and my clit is tingling with excitement.

“What did you say?” he asks me. I reach up and grab his strong chin and shake it.

“You heard me. I bet Trent wishes he was you right now.”

Coach slowly cocks his head to the side and makes a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. He moves swiftly, snatches my arms and pins them behind me, forcing my back to arch up off the bed. My mouth hangs open as he brings his lips to mine.

“None of those little fucks will ever touch you,” he growls possessively. “You’re mine.”

His next few thrusts feel like they’re in my stomach. I try to gasp but I can’t; all I can do is take it. He’s fucking the shit out of me and I can’t move. I can’t do anything but lie there while he has his way with me. But I fucking love it. Within seconds I feel an orgasm rising within me that’s so powerful I’m actually afraid of it. Just knowing I have the power to excite him like this has me soaring over the edge with a huge smile on my face.

My body shudders and my pussy clenches down on Coach’s girth. He grunts and drives deep inside me as I come, moving slowly as my climax thuds through me. His powerful grip on my arms slowly loosens as I start to come down, and when I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see him looking down at me with something I thought I saw before, but now am sure of it: love.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him. I’m just starting to recover, but I want more. So much more. I want to take everything he has to give me—to be a princess for him. “Take me, Coach. Take all of me.”

It killed me to have to wait this long, but Coach was right; it had to be special. And it is. Before I know it, I’m coming again. I throw my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as my second climax takes me. I’m shivering as I come down. My legs are twitching like I just ran ten miles, and Coach is sweating, dripping his scent all over me.

“Turn around,” he tells me. “Show me that perfect little ass.”

I spin on the bed like I’ve done this before. I spread my legs wide and arch my back as I present myself to him. I thought I’d feel nervous the first time I did doggy, but I’m glowing like a ten-thousand-watt light bulb as I glance back over my shoulder at him and see him on his knees behind me, his abs glistening and his taut arms rippling as he takes my hips.

I scream into the sheets as he penetrates me. This angle is somehow deeper, and as he starts fucking me, I feel like a real woman. And when he spanks me, I feel like his dirty little slut again.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “Take that big fucking cock for me.”

He thrusts faster and faster and I smile, knowing that he’s in love with the view. I feel the power in the way I’m turning him on. Nothing I’d imagined could compare to this. His cock swells inside of me, and I know he’s getting close again.

“Come in me, Coach,” I tell him. “I want to feel it.”

I’m not on birth control, but I don’t care. I know what I want, and it’s him—a life with him.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks softly.

“No.”

“Then I—I can’t, baby.”

“Why?!” I whine as he grabs my hips. “I want it!”

“I can’t get you pregnant,” he says. “Not yet.”

“But I—”

---