My Coach, My Stalker Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Kink, Romance, Sports, Taboo Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
<<<<4121314151624>27
Advertisement


I moan long and loud, breaking off into a gasp when he rakes his teeth up the side of my neck, shoving his hand down the front of my panties and gripping me bare.

“I only asked permission to fuck this as a courtesy, little girl. It’s mine. Inside and out. Every little curl of peach fuzz. Every drip that comes out of this pussy belongs to your Daddy. Say it. Say it before we get to the room and I forget everything but banging it.”

“It’s my Daddy’s,” I whimper, dizziness assailing me. “It’s yours.”

He grabs my wrists and rests them above my head, leaving them there as he throws open my robe, raking his open hands down the front of my naked breasts, my belly, traveling back up to knead my sensitive mounds. Groaning as if he’s the one getting pleasure instead of me. The big ridge in his pants nudges my belly once, twice and then he bites his lip and thrusts against me. Pressing his open mouth to my shoulder, he humps me furiously against the wall of the elevator, his hands snaking down to my buttocks and gripping the cheeks roughly, his hips ramming against mine, lifting me onto my toes, making me sob from the intensity of it all.

“You do this. You make me an animal.” He drags his teeth side to side on my shoulder and I cry out, arching my back, begging without words for him to touch my breasts again. But he does better than that. Using his possessive hold on my backside, he lifts me up and up, dropping his mouth to my nipples and licking them in an obscene way. Looking me right in the eye as he does it and clenching every muscle south of my belly button. “You’re lucky we made it to this building. Almost settled this tight ass on the table and pumped you full right in front of your father.” He wraps his lips around one of my nipples and draws on it, slow and long. “Not sure if I could have convinced him that in order to be trained properly and thoroughly, I won’t be using a condom.”

Before I can question that—or why it turns me on—the elevator doors open and I’m being carried off the elevator. We stop halfway down the hallway and I’m pressed to the door, my coach’s mouth slanting down over mine, the stroke of his lips and tongue exhilarating my senses. I circle my legs around his waist, moaning as he once again begins to pump his hips against me in that grunting, frantic way. Fast fast fast. Making the door shake loudly behind me.

The clenching of my tiny vaginal muscles is too intense and I don’t know what to do about it, so I grind on him, whimpering, trying to relieve the pain, but it only gets worse the harder he ruts against my panties, turning them sodden and uncomfortable. I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to take me out here in the hallway when he slows down with a curse and yanks a key card out of his pocket, slapping it down on the lock and opening the door, bringing me inside. Our mouths connect again, tongues invading, my fingers spearing through his hair as he stumbles toward the bed, already unzipping his pants between our bodies.

“I’m a bad man, Margot,” he exhales shakily against my lips, throwing me down on the bed and landing hard on top of me, pinning me underneath his much larger frame. I’m instantly dominated and I love it. I love the loss of control. Not knowing what’s about to happen, what he’ll do to me or how it’ll feel. “You’ve turned me into a very bad man who wants sick things from an innocent young girl.”

Goosebumps crop up all over my skin. Everywhere.

My brain is urging me to question what he means…but something inside of me already knows. I know very well what he wants. Maybe I’ve known all along and that’s why I feel delicate and treasured and aroused in Everett’s presence. His specific desires might not have been obvious, but my body recognizes them…and I think I share in those needs.

Yes, I do.

Because I like this contrast of young and older. Innocent and not. Little and big.

I’m no longer myself. I’m a little girl about to do something forbidden with her Daddy and my private parts are coiling with anticipation. A delirious kind of excitement. I close my eyes and revel in the cool air conditioning, the firm mattress at my back and the incredible weight of this man on top of me, his tongue charting a course up the side of my neck.

I giggle, barely recognizing my own voice when I say, “That tickles, Daddy.”

Everett pauses for long seconds before making a ragged sound. “Margot, no.” His mouth finds mine in a sipping kiss. “We can’t go there. Don’t let me go there.”



<<<<4121314151624>27

Advertisement