Page 44 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

CHAPTER 13

RED

I was humbled beyond belief as she did what I asked, no questions asked. Hell, she didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

I’ve been fantasizing about you for a long time, too. Her words bounced inside my head, playing on a loop. My hand dropped to my cock, heavy and thick and so fucking hard I was afraid the fucking thing was going to snap off.

There isn’t a thing you wanna try I haven’t thought of. Not a place on my body I wouldn’t want you to touch or claim.

She had no idea what she’d done by saying that. I moved closer to her, my eyes pinned on her pretty holes. She was nice and pink, glistening with wetness I could smell from where I stood.

I’d been ready to confess everything to her.

All about my obsession and the lengths I’d gone to throughout the years but more than that the last year. A streak of fear had shot through me when she asked about the frame. She hadn’t noticed it because it hadn’t been there. After she fell asleep the night before, I slipped out of our bed and went into the room I kept locked up. I’d started to pack up the pictures, framing a couple so I could put them around the house slowly. I’d thought she wouldn’t have noticed, but she did.

I’d been ready to walk her into the room and show her my darkest, deepest secret. The side of myself no one knew about. A side she’d brought to life and thrived on her and her alone.

But when I tried to confess my sins, she’d shut me down. Reassuring me that no matter what, it wouldn’t change how she felt. I knew how unfair it was. She had no idea, was completely clueless about what I’d done. How I’d been watching her without her permission.

She’d promised the impossible, and I let her. No matter what. She had no idea what she was signing up for, and like a fucking selfish bastard, I’d not only let her, but I would hold her to it. Anything if it meant keeping her forever.

She was on our bed with her face resting on the mattress while she held exposed every inch of herself to me. She was magnificent. I watched her pretty pussy clench and flex as if it was aching to be filled and stretched to its limits. Something I would be doing. I wouldn’t let Kait go. Never.

I knew that a long time ago, and I knew it now.

I walked right behind her and touched her perfect ass cheeks with my hands.

“Love this ass, baby.” Her skin pebbled as I stroked and rubbed. My left hand moved between her thighs and grazed up and down her lips. “Look at how wet you are.”

“Red,” she cried softly.

“Open wider. I got you. Always.” Her whimpers were muffled against the covers. She spread her thighs wider, showing every single bit of herself to me. I felt like a fucking king.

My thumb, the very one that had been in her mouth, grazed her pussy entrance and then moved back to her asshole. A spot I hadn’t touched or claimed. Yet. Her skin was soft and so damn smooth, all I wanted to do was drape my body over hers and rut into her until we both had nothing else to give. Soon.

“Look at this. You’d give me this, too, wouldn’t you, ladybug?” I rasped, hardly recognizing my voice as my thumb rounded the forbidden hole I’d yet to take.

“Red.”

“Tell me, pretty girl. Would you? You gave me this pussy, but this asshole? Would you give it to me?”

“Yes!” she hissed, popping her bottom up so she could get closer to my touch. “Red!”

“I will. Not now, but I will,” I promised darkly. I kneeled, and before she could respond, my face was in her most secret spots. I loved the way she smelled and tasted. Any chance I had to eat her perfect pussy, I did. And tonight was no different.

Maybe it was the underlying fear I had almost been caught that pushed a darker side to the surface and was rearing its ugly head. Maybe it was the fact she’d agreed to move in. Or the fact she’s promised no matter what, she was mine.

I licked her from hole to hole and didn’t contain the sound of pleasure I felt. I loved the soft gasps and moans she made. My girl enjoyed the attention, but I was pretty sure I enjoyed going down more. Fuck, she was ambrosia on my tongue. Savoring her was hard when all I could think about was devouring her.

Kaitlyn was everything good in the world.

Sweetness and sunshine. And she was mine.

All mine.

Only mine.

“Yes, yours, only yours,” she repeated, making me realize I had said the words out loud. Again, my hand spanked her.