Page 25 of First Time Coach

Finally, I’m able to smile. I step across the lawn and take Daisy’s hand in mine. She sniffles, and I use my thumbs to brush the tears from her rosy cheeks.

“What do you mean, Charlotte?” I say, keeping my eyes on my princess. “Like…saying I want to marry her?”

Daisy’s eyes light up and she gazes back at me with a look of loving acceptance.

“You—you want to marry me?” she asks softly.

“More than anything in the world,” I tell her. Holding her hand, I get down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Daisy?” then, with a hushed whisper. “I don’t have a ring.”

Daisy bursts out laughing and covers her mouth as her tears begin to flow again— but this time, tears of joy. She nods exuberantly and I get to my feet and pull her into my arms.

“Yes!” she cries. “Of course I will.”

I hold her tight to me and close my eyes. The pain in my chest begins to fade, overwhelmed by the love for my perfect girl. My love.

Epilogue

Daisy

Two years later…

I open my eyes wide and look at my wedding ring and engagement ring, sparkling on my finger beneath the glow of the candles. My gorgeous husband drags his perfect tongue up my slit and sucks gently on my clit, urging me toward my—what number orgasm is this for the day? I’ve lost count.

“Coach…” Yeah. I still call him that.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice muffled from between my legs. I feel it rising inside me—that sweet, glowing ball or ecstasy—and arch my back off the bed as my mouth falls open. His hands move up my body, my hips, the curve of my belly and to my breasts, swollen with my pregnancy. He squeezes my nipples gently as he purses his lips around my clit and sucks.

I’ll never get enough of him, and he’ll never get enough of me. After all the waiting we had to do through my last year of high school, I’m embracing every single moment we have together.

I was shocked my dad didn’t kill him that night he came to our house. Everyone always has an idea in their mind of the overprotective, stereotypical father—and that’s just when it comes to high school guys. I never would have thought he’d be okay with his friend, a man twice my age, dating me. But he, and my mom, were not only okay with it, they actually adamantly approved.

But we both knew the school wouldn’t see it that way, so we kept things as quiet as we could for the rest of the year, which was a real drag considering all I wanted was to get pregnant as soon as possible. I told him it was “such a waste” to keep pulling out over and over again, and that was when I became a swallower.

After graduation, we pretended to start slowly dating. It was a bit of a scandal of course, but he was able to keep his job. He’s damn good at his job, and the boys’ soccer team won the championship last year.

As soon as we stopped using the pull-out method I got pregnant, and am due any day now. I’m just about bursting with excitement. I thought that Coach would slow down once I got big and ready to pop, but it’s almost like my pregnancy has turned him on even more. He just can’t keep his hands off me, and now that we live together, he’s all over me.

“Coach,” I whisper as he sucks my clit. “I’m going to come, baby.”

I’m right there when Coach pulls his lips away, causing me to gasp. I look up in shock as he climbs on top of me and enters me. He fucked me this morning, but I’m all tightened up again. I moan as he stretches me around his girth, and as he grinds against me, putting pressure on my clit. I go over the edge.

“Good girl,” he growls, stroking my hair with one hand and licking my breast with the other. “Come on that big cock.”

“I’m coming!” I cry out as my body shakes.

“God you look so gorgeous when you come,” he tells me as I soar. He gently nibbles my neck, igniting my flames with his warm breath. My body floods with sensations and I slump down on the bed as he lies on top of me, fucking me with slower, more delicate strokes.

I know that he’s just gotten started with me, and that I have a long night ahead of me. We made a pact to get as much alone time in before the baby comes, and Coach has taken that pact seriously.

I lose myself in him as he takes me, and before long, we’re coming together. He grunts and shakes and I feel the hot spurt of his cum inside me. I clutch his strong back as we come down, panting and sweating, a mess of hot love.

“I love these,” he whispers, motor-boating my boobs like a dork.

“Enjoy them while they last,” I laugh.

“Oh, I’ll just knock you up again,” he replies, kissing my cheek. “Maybe I’ll just keep you pregnant for good.”

“Pregnant forever?! I think you’ve lost your mind, Coach.”

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