Page 22 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“Thank you,” I whispered against his lips between kisses. “God, I love you.”

“Fuck, you’re going to unman me, bug.”

“As long as you do it while you’re inside me, I don’t care.”

“Because you want me to breed you?” His voice sounded like gravel to my ears. I had no idea how or why his filthy, crude words were such a turn-on, but they were.

Liar, a soft voice whispered. Everything Red did was a turn-on. It was why I’d spent endless hours under the sun during the summers watching him coach our local high school football team. It was why I’d be in the kitchen with him when I was the least bit interested in cooking.

“Red.”

“Tell me,” His jaw clenched, and that’s when I realized the position we were in. His large frame was on top of mine, my legs hiked and wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so big,” I breathed out.

“Kaitlyn.” My hands moved up his muscular chest. His skin felt hot to the touch, and that was when I noticed sweat had started to bead at his dark hairline. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and when I opened wider, adjusting myself against him, I leaned up and kissed it. I couldn’t stop if I tried. My eyes watched the erratic way his pulse point thumped away.

The crown of his thick, way-too-big manhood bumped my wet entrance. “Bug,” he rumbled. His arms shook as he held his large body over mine. I shimmied a little to get him just a little closer to entering me. Before I knew it, he managed to get both my hands above my head.

“I told you I’m the one in charge here, beautiful girl.” He had me pinned, and it should have felt overwhelming, but it didn't.

“Red,” I whimpered. I loved and hated how well he knew me.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” His nose grazed against mine. “You feel so damn good. I’m half tempted to let you.”

“Please,” I urged.

“Tell me.”

“Breed me,” I whispered as I writhed beneath him. There was something crazy hot about him holding my hands above my head, keeping me in one place. Controlling my every movement.

“Keep talking,” he murmured against my lips.

“Breed me, Red. I need you.” He shifted his hips and surged forward. My lips parted at the feel as the crown of his thickness entered me. It was only an inch or so, but it took my breath away.

“Red, oh god.” I swallowed. He was so much larger than anything I had ever had inside of me. Just the tip stretched me. It was beautiful. My hands gripped his. The bite of pain as he stretched me melted away into nothing but pleasure.

“Love me, Red. Please love me.” The words slipped past my lips. “Love me good, honey.”

“Fuck!” His head dipped down to the cook of my neck. “Keep talking.” He licked my skin.

“Fuck me, Red. Make me yours,” I panted.

“Fuck, yes!” he hissed, and before I could take another breath, he thrust forward, feeding his entire length into me. My body arched, taking him that much deeper. “Beautiful,” he rumbled. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.” His words tickled my skin.

“You didn’t.” I shook my head. “You feel… so good.” I exhaled. The longer he held himself still, the more I felt him. “I’m so full… with you. Feels so good,” I whispered. His eyes connected with mine.

“Baby.”

“I love you,” I whispered, and his nose flared.

“Say that again,” he gritted through his teeth as he pulled out his thick length.

“I love you, Red. Love you so much.”

“Shit.” His hips thrust forward so hard my body shook.

“Yes!” I cried out.