Page 120 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

She’s dangerous and seductive and most definitely off-fucking-limits.

At the moment, though? None of that matters.

She opens for me. I kiss her deeply, my weight pressing down on her. Our chests crush together; the only space left between us is where I still touch her clit.

I move faster. My balls are heavy, slapping against her with every push into her. The need to orgasm is crawling up on me, but I want one more from her first.

She gives it to me. She cries into my mouth, letting me suck up her noises of pleasure, and she tries desperately to twist away from my fingers when I keep up the pressure.

I lied.

Two more.

I tear my lips from her mouth, putting them to her ear. “Let me hear you.”

“I think I’m going to pass out,” she says, sniffling. “You’re breaking me. I can’t c-come anymore, Oliver, please.”

I nip her neck. Just a snap of my teeth on her flesh, and her hips move in response. I lick at the area and do it again, my teeth digging in, burrowing in her flesh, but not hard enough to make her bleed. I suck the same spot until she screams a third climax, her thighs squeezing my hips. It rolls through her.

She goes limp.

Raising my head, I check that her eyes are still open.

They are.

They shift to meet my gaze, and she licks her lips. They’re puffy and red from our kiss.

I move lower.

“Oh, Oliver, no?—”

I stand. My dick is wet, soaked with her arousal and cum, pointing straight at her. I adjust her again, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until her knees are under her. Her arms are still flat out, her head turned to the side and pressed to the mattress.

She looks like a beautiful mess.

“One more for me, mi nena,” I say.

I pull the plug from her ass in one tug. It joins the headphones on the floor, and cum immediately seeps out. The circumstances haunt me, but I ignore my million questions and instead line up with the tight rosebud.

She bites her lower lip when I push in. It’s a tighter fit than her cunt, and I groan at the new pressure. I give her another second. Her nostrils flare with every inhale, her pretty, swollen lips parted.

I’m not going to last long.

I fuck her ass hard. My hips strike the bruises and cuts on her cheeks every time I bottom out in her, and her fingers curl around the restraints again. She white-knuckles them, shuddering and gasping.

At this angle, I lean forward and reach under her. I tug at her nipples, imagining little rings in them. One hand stays braced on her abdomen while the other goes to her clit again. I alternate between dipping into her cunt and massaging the bundle of nerves.

She writhes and twitches, like she wants to escape the sensation but can’t figure out where to go. I don’t have her nearly as immobile as I want, but it’s a good taste of the sensation for her.

To see if she’d go farther with me.

Pleasure dances down my spine. I groan and work her harder, my movements getting jerkier. I chase our pleasure—hers with my fingers, mine in a frenzy of motion. It hits me first, and I bow forward. My forehead touches her back as I come hard, my fingers still pushing her to join me.

I’m still fucking coming when she falls into her orgasm. Her ass spasms around my cock, and I get another crushing wave of pleasure.

We collapse to the bed in a heap. I pull out of her and roll to her side, stretching up and undoing the tied restraint. My fingers are clumsy, but I get it loose and help guide her wrists out.

She faces me, her arms tucked into her chest. Her teary gaze finds me.