Page 119 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

The position lifts her ass off the bed. Most of her weight is on her shoulder blades, but she doesn’t seem uncomfortable. She’s trembling.

Anticipation?

I notch myself at her slit. It’s hot and slick, her muscles already grabbing at me. Trying to pull me deeper. I reach down and tear the headphones off, tossing them away. I tug her blindfold down, too.

She blinks up at me, her pupils dilating.

“I knew it was you,” she gasps. “I’m going crazy, Oliver.”

“I know, mi nena.” The nickname just slips out.

Covering for my lapse, I push into her. She feels different with the plug. Tighter. She cries out, her hands twisting and holding on to the restraint. I bury myself in her, giving her a second.

“I need you.” Her gaze is pleading.

“You have me,” I growl.

I pull out and slam back into her, banding my arm around her calves. The way her legs are together creates a new feeling of intensity. She squeezes at my cock, her hips lifting like she can meet every thrust. I keep one knee on the mattress, leveraging her against me. I bend forward slightly and run my free hand down her leg.

When my fingers land on her clit, her body bows off the bed.

Someone wound her too tight.

Tears slide down her cheeks, and I thrum the little bud in time with my thrusts. It doesn’t take long for her to break, her orgasm tensing everything. Every damn muscle. I grit my teeth and hold on to my control, fucking her slowly through it.

I don’t stop, though.

Stopping seems out of the question.

She comes down from the high, her expression near delirium. Until I pull out and spread her legs. I slide back into her. She’s a slick mess, but she doesn’t seem to be with it at the moment. Not when I reach down and palm her breast, flicking her nipple.

Her gaze comes back to me.

“Your clit is the only way you come?”

She lets out a breath and nods. My hand returns there, and I work her up faster than before. Her hair is sticking to her face and neck, fanned out around her head. Her silver eyes drag me into her orbit. Even deeper.

I want to be deeper.

It’s strange to be in her and not have it be enough.

I bend forward and take her untouched nipple in my mouth. Her chest rises and falls more as she tries to control her breathing. I suck and lap at her nipple, then take more of her breast into my mouth. I bite and suck harder, determined to leave her with a hickey of my own.

I want to pierce her nipples and claim them as mine. I want to tattoo her whole body, warning off anyone and everyone else.

My hand is still at her clit, the stroking soft and slow. Teasing until she’s ready to beg again, until she squirms and nearly bursts out of her skin with the need to come. The other one is on the breast I haven’t marked.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she groans. “You’re being nice even though?—”

I drag my mouth up her sternum, to the hollow of her throat. Along the side of her neck. To her jaw. I don’t know where I’m going, I just want to map her body with my mouth. I want to memorize it so I can replay this later, when I’m alone in my own bed.

“Even though…” She inhales sharply. “Oliver, I?—”

I kiss her.

I don’t want to hear someone else’s name come out of her mouth, I don’t want her to take away from what I’m giving to her. Every moment I’m inside her hardens the glue between us.

It’s dangerous.