Page 60 of Coach Sully
“Are you at least going to let me come?” she asks, realization crossing over her features.
I shake my head. “No, baby.”
“What?! I’m sorry, Sully! I’m sorry!”
I force her legs open wide and smile at how slick she is. Her pussy is begging much harder than she is.
“Sully.” Her big eyes well up. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s more than fair.”
“Please? Please?”
I chuck her chin. “Cheer up. I’ll let you come next time.”
“No! I want to come now! I’m aching!” she begs. “If you don’t, I’ll just make myself come.”
I sigh. “Looks like you’re going to be in those restraints a lot longer… Don’t threaten me, sweetheart.”
For that, she can watch me finish myself off. I blow a soft stream of air on her clit and fist my cock. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I want to taste her. It’s been too long. She cries out. When my eyes find hers, she looks distraught. Tears run down her cheeks. Shit, now I do feel bad about it. I’m powerless against her sounds.
“Please, Daddy,” she whispers. It’s pathetic. Her voice is so sad and weak.
Goddamn it.
A rumble escapes my chest. Despite myself, I stuff two fingers inside her, and she screams, “Oh my god! Yes!”
I shake my head, disappointed in myself as I pump my fingers into her juicy pussy. She’s a sloppy fucking mess. I feel myself rising again. “Tell Daddy how sorry you are,” I growl. If she’s going to manipulate me this way, she will pay for it.
More tears skate down her face as she apologizes profusely. I pull my hand away and spit between her legs.
“You’re not going to keep secrets from me, are you?”
She shakes her head.
“Answer me, Kendra.”
“No more secrets! I promise, never again!” she says, with more tears. Shit, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.
“That’s right, baby girl.” Cupping her calves, I lift them, and she plants her feet on my shoulders. I spit again, and my saliva drips between her cheeks.
I bore my gaze into hers, hoping to convey my annoyance that she’s exploited my weakness.
“I’m wet enough, please, I need to feel you fill up my pussy.”
My lips tip up in a smirk. “Oh, sweetheart,” I say, chuckling. “I’m not taking your pussy.”
I spit on my cock this time and hold the tip to her ass.
Her eyes turn into saucers. “Safeword, remember?” I remind her.
I proceed forward, fitting my crown past the tight knot. Her lips part in shock, but she blinks and nods to continue. After propelling forward, her ass sucks me in, and I exhale the air that was tight in my lungs.
Goddamn.
I’m kind enough to give her a moment to adjust, then I pull out slightly and drive forward. The way her ass is suffocating my cock has me on the brink. She’s so tight I can hardly breathe.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. Her eyes blink back tears.