Page 55 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

“If I was bossy, I’d be on top,” I counter.

He pulls out and drops my legs. In an instant, he’s on the bed with the cash in his hand. “Come and get it, then. Do the work and make us come.”

I growl. I straddle him, taking the money and throwing it onto the floor. I take him back inside me, biting the inside of my cheek until he’s buried deep.

“Maybe you’re the one who likes choking and tears.” I lean down. I pin his wrists to the bed, adjacent with his head. “Maybe you want to be choked until you nearly pass out, and that’s the only way you can come inside a girl.”

He’s not wearing protection.

For fuck’s sake.

“Condom?” I question.

He shakes his head slowly, his expression positively wicked. “I’d love to see you choke me, princess.” He lifts his chin and exposes his throat. “Just let go when I pass out so you don’t kill me.”

I could do it. I could?—

He doesn’t stop me from putting my hand on his throat. His eyes light when I put a little pressure on it, my fingers tightening and blocking the blood flow from reaching his brain. And at the same time, my hips begin to move.

I chase my pleasure and watch him slowly start to lose consciousness. When his eyes roll back, I release him and press my palms to his chest. I fuck him harder, and he comes awake with a roar.

There’s a new demon in his eyes.

I lick my lips. He lifts me off him, tossing me aside like I weigh nothing. I hit the far side of the mattress and roll onto my stomach. He’s on top of me in an instant.

I’m facedown, but he doesn’t care. He just slides back in like he was made to fit between my legs. He wraps his hand around my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze. He just keeps it there, lightly, and fucks me fast. He doesn’t hold anything back, grunting and groaning swears like he wants his audio to live in my fantasies.

His pace turns into a near frenzy, and I shut my eyes at what could be about to happen. At least you can afford some sort of birth control.

Wait—I’m thinking like I already accepted the money he threw at me. And I haven’t. I’m going to shove it right back at him as soon as he leaves?—

“Fuck,” he groans, and then there’s the loss of him.

Warm liquid hits my ass. More on my lower back. He shoves my shirt up, crisscrossing my skin with his cum.

I want desperately to catch my breath, but I think he’s broken something in me.

It isn’t until he shifts lower, his exhale coasting across my center, that I flinch.

He holds me by my ass, and his tongue touches my enflamed, sensitive pussy.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says. “You could bottle it and sell it as a love potion.”

I wrinkle my nose, but my retort is lost on a gasp.

Carter is talented, but Penn?—

Fuck, he knows some tricks, too. He flips me over, seeming to not care about my cum-covered back. I rise on my elbows and look down at him. We share brief eye contact, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth.

His tongue flicks at it, and then his teeth make contact. I shudder and fall back. My fingers slide across the sheets, trying for some sort of relief.

He plays with me, though, until I’m squirming to get away from him. I want to do it myself?—

“I’m waiting to hear you ask for it,” he says, his gaze between my legs. “Your cunt is clenching…” He inserts one finger. “You’re ready, you just need to ask.”

“Dick,” I groan. “Make me come.”

“That’s not quite right.” He takes another taste. “Asking usually ends in a question mark. You’re the one who’s in the English classes.”