Page 23 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“Love. You,” he enunciated with each thrust as he worked his cock in and out of me like a man possessed. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chanted. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

He was beautiful.

The epitome of masculine beauty.

I felt so tiny and delicate beneath him as he worked my body like a master violinist. Red’s jaw clenched, and sweat started to form on his brow. “This pussy is mine, Kait.”

“Yours.”

“You’re mine. All of you. Tell me,” he demanded, and my voice cracked.

“Yours, only yours.”

“Your heart. Everything.”

“Yes, honey! Yes, Red! I’m all yours.” Any inhibitions I might have held on to faded into nothing. I wasn’t going to hold back with how I felt. Not anymore. He loved me. There was no doubt about it. Not with how he looked into my eyes as we started to build and work up to the finish line we were both aching for.

“Red,” I panted. Both of our bodies were slick with sweat. “Oh, Red,” my voice cracked. “Honey.” Everything inside of me felt warm. Tight. My body started to shake. I was so close I thought I was going to go cross-eyed.

“Come for me,” he ordered as he moved faster.

“Red.” My hands fisted tightly. I wanted to touch him, but he kept my hands pinned above my head.

Each thrust was brutal.

His thick length stretched me to almost the point of pain. Each thrust was complete. He pulled out and bottomed out so deep my clit pressed against his pelvic bone.

“Fucking hell, bug. Jesus.” My body started to tighten around his dick.

“Baby,” I whimpered. “Baby, I’m so close. Please, handsome, I need you. Please.”

“You have me,” he groaned. “Every part of me is yours.” His head dipped into my neck. His hips started to work in tandem with his mouth at the sweet spot he’d discovered. His hands let me go, and when they did, I quickly moved to hold on to him, clung on tightly. He shifted his hips, hitting the spot I needed, and I came. Hard. When I cried out his name, my voice cracked.

“Red!” My back arched, and I pressed my chest against his so closely, I doubted a sheet of paper could fit between us. “Just like that, oh my— gah!”

“That’s my ladybug. Fuck, good girl, such a good fucking girl for me.” I could hardly recognize his voice. He didn’t stop moving. His strokes became more powerful and erratic. “I’m going to come,” he warned, and my head pressed deeper into the pillow beneath my head.

“Come inside of me, baby. Breed me.” I pulled his face from my neck and held on to it with both my hands. “Breed me, Red. Fill me with your love.” His lips crashed against mine before I could say another word, and heat filled me. I felt his already thick length thicken more as ribbon after ribbon painted my insides. I held on, swallowing the deep sounds he made, before he collapsed on top of me, giving me all of his weight.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled as his lips brushed my cheek. “That was fucking incredible.” My limbs wrapped around him, and I held on tight.

“That was so damn good, baby.” He kissed me. Our lips danced before he pulled back. His blue eyes were dark and satisfied, and there was something empowering in knowing I was the one who did that.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, and he grunted. My lips parted when I lost him, but I didn’t say a word after because he started to move down my body. Peppering the sweetest, gentlest of kisses on my overstimulated skin. His fingers moved between my legs, and I watched as he fingered me. Pushing his seed back inside of me before looking up at me.

“This is the most perfect, prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” I blushed at his crude words. “It’s true.” He winked before he kissed the top of my thighs. “I’ll be right back.” I nodded and watched him roll out of bed.

He walked into what I was assuming was a bathroom connected to his room without a care in the world about his nudity. But then again, if I had his body, I wouldn’t have a problem with doing the same. He was beautiful. Large and muscular with just the right amount of dark hair smattered over his chest and, well, other places. I licked my lips and smiled, thinking nothing in the world could ever feel better.

Red loves me. I love him.

This was actually going to happen. Finally.

I could still feel his cum slipping out of me, coating the inside of my thighs, and I shut them closed. He was going to give me a baby. Red’s baby. Before I could overthink what we had done and everything that happened, he returned with a washcloth in his hands and a grin on his stupidly handsome face. He got into the bed after cleaning me so gently I felt like I was a precious treasure, then tucked me into him, and I glanced up at him.

“Hi,” I whispered, and he smiled brighter.

“Hello.” He grinned. “You okay, ladybug?” I felt all warm and fuzzy. Between the fact he had told me he loved me, he’d been in love with me as long as I’d been in love with him, and the earth-shattering orgasm, who could blame me? I was a hopeless romantic when it came to Redford Bridges.