Page 12 of Coach’s Pass (Twin Cities #1)

“Good Boy,” I growl. “Don’t worry, you’ll get every inch of me soon enough.

” I taunt him, pushing a second finger inside.

He cries out, gripping the sheets so hard they might tear from his strength.

I work my fingers inside him, curling them upwards past his tight sphincter.

Once my cock was inside him, I’m going to be rough with him tonight.

Fuck him as my Silver Fox title demanded.

It's driving him mad. His cock leaking precum underneath his balls, soaking into the mattress. He whimpers, grinding back on my hand, begging with his body for more.

“I can feel how bad you want it. You naughty little boy,” I murmur. “How tight you’re squeezing me. You want your Coach to wreck you, don’t you?”

He nods frantically, helpless against the way I’m working him open. His body losing control.

“Who’s boy are you?” I demand.

“Yours, Coach,” he whispers. “Only yours.”

I grab my cock, teasing his entrance with my precum. Dragging it slowly up and down his crease. He writhes around it, trying to bury himself with it. Fraught with distress.

“Say it again,” I growl.

“Yours,” he moans, louder this time. “I’m your boy.”

I grin with pleasure, my lips brushing against the curve of his sweaty back. “Damn right you are.” I slide my cock down, the tip resting at his entrance, just enough to make him gasp. His whole body is desperate for it. “Now be still,” I whisper. "Let your Coach take care of you.”

Pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck, I push the tip inside his pleading hole.

Breaching him and gliding myself all the way in.

Jackson moans gleefully as I fill him in a way no else can and ever will.

He embraces my rock-hard prick as it plunges inside his plush silky warmth. Practically pulling me inside.

“Fuck.” I breathe. “You can really take it all can’t you boy.”

He moans into the pillow, nearly incoherent. “Fuck, Coach—yes!” He pushes back on me. Moaning, trying to fuck himself on my cock. I grip him tighter at hips and thrust inside. He whimpers happily.

Then again and again. Pounding him rough, exactly how he wants it. “No one owns their quarterback as I do.” I shove his face into the pillow. He screams in utter delight as I thump his prostate.

“Coach faster please…” he begs, body trembling.

“Be careful what you wish for boy,” I growl into his ear, slamming my cock as far I can into his depths. Driving through all resistance. I don’t give him time to adjust. I grip his pelvis and pull him back into me, grinding forward, stealing another inch.

“Take it,” I snap. “You wanted this, you asked for it.”

His hole flutters around my cock. Trying to keep up as I circle my hips, dragging the head of my cock against every surface inside him. Watching him quiver in pleasure.

He’s ravaged, moaning and drooling into the pillow, but still smiling wide. As if this is the best thing that has ever happened to him. Getting split open by his coach like a slut.

“You love it, don’t you? Getting used like this. Getting ruined by your Coach.”

“Yes—fuck yes, I love it,” he cries out, grinding back against me, trying to match the pace. I feel him clench around me again, tighter and more desperate than ever.

“You love getting creamed by your Coach, don’t you?” I snarl, pounding into him harder, each thrust shaking the bedframe. “Being filled with my milk?”

He whimpers, powerless beneath me. “Yes Coach, please give it to me!” he moans, his body jerking with each thrust. “I fucking need it all inside.”

I grip him tighter, almost possessively claiming every square inch of his precious ass. His whole body is aching for it. “Good boy,” I growl, lightly biting down on his neck. “You’re going to take Coach’s load, every fucking drop. Understood?”

He nods his head rapidly, teetering on the edge.

“Say it!” I bark. I’m so damn close to losing it.

“I want your cream, Coach,” he cries out. Clenching around my cock like a cum hungry slut. Trying to milk me of everything I have.

My cock sputters far inside him, I jab again and again watching the sheets below his cock fill with cream. “Coach—fuck!! Jackson shrieks, unleashing his load. Flooding the mattress with his cum. Just from me fucking him. Christ, he loves it.

I roar, losing control as my cock finally bursts inside him.

Sweat dripping from my forehead. After seeing his load, I couldn’t stop.

My cream exploding in his spent ass. Burst after burst. Thick and hot cream spewing inside him.

His body milking me for everything I’ve got.

He whines through it all, still shaking below me. Eager to keep me inside him.

I slip out and collapse beside him. Panting and out of breath. I reach over to give him a kiss to the temple. “Excellent work quarterback.”

“Thanks Coach.” He blushes as I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.

A perfect weekend so far. Well… except for the mattress. I glance down at the soaked disaster we’re lying in and sigh. There goes the security deposit. Totally worth it.

“Goodnight Jackson,” I whisper, brushing his blonde hair back from his forehead.

“Goodnight, Coach,” he whispers back, nuzzling into my chest. Filling me with warm joy. Something I didn’t know I’ve been missing.