Page 66 of Playing Dirty

“Fuck, your ass feels so good.”

I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. “It hurts,” I complain.

He places his rough hand against my back and drags it gently down my spine, making me shiver. “Relax, baby girl. If you relax, it’ll feel good.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grit out.

He doesn’t say another word, brushing his hand against my back and moving his cock in and out, slowly but forcefully. Our bodies melding together in the dirtiest way as he plows into me faster with each thrust, building the pleasure and decreasing the pain with every movement.

I never thought I’d submit so easily, but it feels so good. Archer is in the driving seat and all I have to do is feel. Every sensation he’d coaxing from me building with each thrust of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, knowing that before long I will come. “It feels good,” I say, almost shocked.

The pressure between my thighs is unbearable as I long to touch my clit, but resist since Archer won’t allow it. “Please, Archer,” I beg, forgetting that either side of these walls are other students.

Coach hasn’t been very subtle about his pursuit to get me into bed with him. And it will be pretty humiliating if people know that he’s fucking me. The last thing I want is for my friends to find out after I was adamant that I won’t have sex with him.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his voice deep and laced with lust.

“I need to come,” I cry, tears gathering in my eyes as the sensation becomes impossible to bear. Every single nerve in my body is on fire, making my thighs shake as I’m so close to climaxing.

Archer’s hand runs down my back slowly, and then he spanks my ass.

“Oh fuck, yes!” It’s all it takes to send me over the edge as I scream so loud I’m sure the entire fucking academy can hear me.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come with my cock in your ass,” he growls, pumping harder and faster. And then suddenly he bends over and presses his lips to my shoulder, roaring into my skin as he comes too. Filling my ass with his seed as we both ride the wave of ecstasy. Our uneven breathing fills the room, which suddenly feels too small.

Archer doesn’t move for a long time, keeping me pressed against the mattress as his cock pulses inside of me. I can hardly believe what just happened.

Archer finally moves off of me and his cock slides out of my abused hole, leaving me feeling so empty. And then he stands up and dresses, sliding on his shirt first and then his briefs and pants. Once he’s dressed, he glances at me. “See you tomorrow night at my apartment.”

He walks out of my dorm room without another word, as if he didn’t just turn into a fucking animal and fuck my ass. I sit upright, wincing at the pain radiating through my abused hole. Archer Daniels is a monster and I’m wondering if being ratted out to my family might be a better option, even if they’ll kill me.

20

ARCHER

Two weeks ago, I lost control while I was with Adrianna because her defiance makes me insane. And ever since, it’s like she’s obeying me, but there’s always an undercurrent of defiance.

It’s both infuriating and intoxicating, and it drives me crazy. That’s only way I can explain my vicious actions that night when I forced my way into Adrianna’s dorm room and stole her anal virginity. There’s been no mention of it since, but I know she resents me for being so forceful, as Adrianna isn’t naturally submissive. I’ve forced her into submission and while usually that’s Gav’s kind of thing, it’s odd how much I enjoy it.

My favorite trail through the woods helps me blow off steam as I jog up the hill toward the old ruins, getting close to the academy. I’ve hardly even broken a sweat and consider doing another couple of miles when something catches my eye, or should I say someone.

Adrianna is sitting on a large boulder by the stream, her legs hugged against her chest as she rocks slightly back and forth. The position is vulnerable, and it surprises me, but there’s no way I can jog past her without acknowledging her.

Instead, I slow to a walk and approach her.

She appears to be in her own world, as even branches snapping underfoot don’t alert her to my presence.

“Hey, baby girl,” I say softly once I’m a few feet from her.

She stiffens at the sound of my voice. “I’m really not in the mood right now, Archer.”

I smile as it’s taken a lot of persuading, but she’s finally calling me Archer and not Coach. “Okay, mind if I sit with you?”

She glares at me. “I do, as that’s why I’m here. To get away from people.”

“People?” I ask.

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