Page 61 of Coach Sully
“Have you done this before?”
She shakes her head.
Shit.This is one hell of an intro for her. “You use that safeword at any point, understand?”
“I don’t want to use it.” Her face relaxes when I thrust, and the anxiety in her eyes is replaced with bliss. I hammer in and out, and the moan that leaves her lips has my grip tightening around her thighs. This woman is everything. I’m not supposed to be giving her pleasure but seeing it on her face almost makes me forget why I was mad at her in the first place.
“Thank you,” she mutters over and over again with her eyes locked on mine. “Thank you, Daddy.” The submissive nature is so sincere and repentant. My thumb rubs circles into her clit, and her legs begin shaking.
Damn, I wasn’t going to do this. That’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works. But seeing the ecstasy on her face while I fuck her ass and grind my thumb against her sopping clit, no way in hell am I going back.
Fuck it.
I cast the roses off the bed and lean forward, sinking deeper into her ass while I untie her wrists. Her hands clutch my arms tight, and she speaks freely.
“Oh my god,” she sobs, the relief in her voice gives me chills. “I’ve missed your cock. I’ve missed the way you hold me, the way you fuck me. I’ve missedyou—I’ve missed you so fucking much, Sully.” I swallow her words. They’re everything I want to hear. I need to know she’s been longing for this as much as I have. Her body limps with exhaustion, yet she still strains to be an active player. I sit on my heels and dig my fingers into her hips as I pick her up and fuck her ass on me. Her lips part, allowing me to further admire her tear-stained cheeks while I drown her in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby girl, just relax.” She encircles my wrists at her sides, and the devotion in her gaze has me clenching my jaw. I’ll do anything to keep her looking at me like that. I want to see it every day for the rest of my life. “You are so beautiful.”
Her whimpers are passionate and frenzied.
Fuck me.
Her voice wraps around my heart and fills my chest with pride. With my thighs wedged under her ass, I release one side of her waist and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing circles and watching her eyes light up. Her muscles contract and shiver. “There she is…” I grin, god, I forgot how pretty she is when she comes.
“I think I have to pee.”
I smile. “No, you don’t, push through it.”
Fuck yes, she’s about to squirt for the first time. I’m taking two of her firsts tonight, and I could not be more happy.
I drop my chin and spit on my dick so I can pound into her harder, and her chest rises and falls as she takes all of me. “Your cum is as much mine as you are, Kendra. Give it to me.”
Her hands find the gold chain at my neck, and she wraps her fist around it.
“Sully…” is all she says before her pussy gushes. She screams and writhes like nothing I’ve ever seen, and I’m forced to pinher down while she orgasms. As much as I love hearing daddy, nothing beats my name on her lips as she comes. She moans, and her ass puckers around me.
“That’s it, baby girl, let me have it.”
Her pussy twitches, and I resist shoving my fingers inside. When I finally feel the way her pussy throbs again, it will be around my cock. Watching her shatter sends me over, and I cover her mouth with mine, swiping my tongue over her plush lips as my hot cum pulses inside her. Kendra has destroyed me. I’m hers.
17 weeks pregnant
I’m a mess, but not as much as my bed. It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a care in the world right now. Who would ever want to come down from this euphoric high? He starts the shower, then turns me away from him, and his hands roam over my back like he’s searching for something.
I laugh and turn my head, trying to see him. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure those thorns didn’t nick you.”
They didn’t. I felt his palms on me the entire time I was sucking him off. Every now and then, he would skim his fingers along my sides, feeling for the stems and making sure they were in place. The threat of being punctured was what was so fun. Deep down, he’s a teddy bear, no matter how mad he is with me.Although, I don’t doubt for a second he would have denied me that orgasm if I hadn’t begged as much as I did. Sully is like no other. When I realized he didn’t intend to let me come, I sobered up instantly. I’m not sure what made him change his mind, but I’m happy he did. Very happy. I had no idea my body could do that.
“I’m okay,” I assure him. “I just need to get some of that stuff out of my hair.” I think it happened during our kiss, but I love when he drives his fingers into my hair to kiss me.
He checks the water temp, then his eyes find mine. “I’ll get you cleaned up,” he says, guiding me toward the shower.
Chuckling, I take his hand and step into the shower’s steam. He removes the detachable showerhead from the wall and sweeps my hair to the side as water cascades over my shoulders, ass, and legs. It feels like heaven.
“I’m still going to wash your back, to be safe.” After two rounds of soap and a thorough rinse, he deems my back safe from any infection the thorns could bring. Then he plucks my bottle of shampoo off the shelf and actually does a pretty good job washing it. I’m impressed.