Page 55 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

“Now be my good girl and let me enjoy this." She gasped the moment her taste blossomed on my tongue, and I groaned.

Just a small taste of her made me feel like an animal. Feral and wild with need. Her hips writhed and ground against my face while her hands tugged against the panties she was tied up with.

I never took my eyes off her.

The sight was too fucking beautiful to miss as my tongue dipped into her pussy, and most certainly not when I started to finger her. Bliss covered her pretty face as her head dug deeper into the bed.

Watching her back arch off the mattress, her pretty, round, brown-tipped tits jiggling, was almost too much for me. She came on my tongue, and true to my word, I didn’t stop. I kept lapping at her sex. Lavishing her with attention. But as much as she was enjoying it, I could have sworn I got off on it more. I loved her taste and sounds and the feel of her skin against mine.

I was addicted to her.

As I lapped at her, I couldn’t get over the fact she forgave me. She almost seemed to understand the shit I’d done. Her body trembled and shook, and my name had never sounded better as she cried it out like a prayer. It wasn’t until the third orgasm washed through her sweat-covered skin that I sat up.

“Red… that was… wow,” she breathed with a smile. “I feel like mush. Untie me?” My eyes moved up to her arms. I liked her tied up for me.

“You think we’re done?” I teased as I stroked her thighs and then her arms.

“Red, please… I want to touch you.” My dick twitched between us. The fucker liked the idea of her touching us.

“I know, baby.” I licked my lips, loving the taste of her. “But I’m not done.” Kneeling between her thighs, I lifted her legs. They hooked around my waist, and when our eyes connected, the sight of her made my heart stutter. She looked beautiful. Like a sated angel fallen from heaven. But it was her eyes that gave her away. She might have come three times, but my girl was greedy and wanted more.

But after everything that had happened, everything she’d learned about me, I couldn’t just take her. I needed her to give herself to me.

“What?” she asked breathlessly. She tried to sit up a little but struggled against the restraints. “Red?”

“Kait…” The words lodged in my throat. Don’t ask her. Don’t give her the chance to push you away! a voice shouted in my head, but when I met her dark eyes, I could see the questions, maybe even worry.

“What is it?”

“Do you want me to stop?” My Adam’s apple bobbed. “You can tell me no, and I’ll untie you and?—"

“I want you.”

“I’m serious, ladybug.” I swallowed hard.

“Red—"

“You found out a lot tonight, and I don’t want to push you. But I know myself. I take you now, I sink balls deep inside this little pussy, you won’t be able to get rid of me." Her gaze never wavered from mine.

“Untie me,” she demanded clearly, and I leaned forward.

Ripping the material, not giving a shit it shredded. The moment she was free, I immediately rubbed her wrists. But my ladybug only let me do that for a minute before she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close to her.

“Do you really think you could walk away now?” she asked a whisper away from my lips, not giving a shit I tasted like her.

“Kait,” I groaned.

“I couldn’t. I don’t want to. In case it’s not clear, I’m not running away. I don’t want you to stop. I want this"—her hand slipped right over my heart, where she covered my tattoo with her palm—“forever,” she whispered and made a face. “No. That’s not true. Forever isn’t enough, so if you can figure out two or three of those, I’d appreciate it.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She fucking undoes me.

“I’ll get on that after this.” Her pretty lips tipped upward, giving me a smile I knew I’d think about when I took my last breath on earth.

I lined up my cock against her entrance, and without looking away, I sunk into her heat in one long, hard thrust. Sinking into her felt like heaven. She was my heaven on this earth. I’d been such an idiot. Wasting so much time to get all my ducks in order, thinking life was going to be perfect, when all I needed was to claim her for it to be pristine.

But I was done regretting anything, damn it.

“You’re mine.”