Page 8 of Yes, Coach (Bratton Hollow #1)

“No baby. Not right now. You’re not ready for that, but you will still give me what I want.

So, relax.” He shifts me off his lap and onto the bed, positioning me on my back, my legs falling to the side, my arms wrapping around my belly.

"You just lay there and Daddy’s going to kiss you.

You're gonna fill my mouth this time, baby.

I gave you what you need, now you'll do the same for me. "

My cheeks burn, but the heat in his eyes makes my body respond instantly. He pushes my dress up my legs, nodding toward my chest. “Unbutton. I want your tits out where I can see them.”

With a stern nod, I do as I’m told, his body shifting on the mattress, making my body bounce as he lowers his chest to the bed.

"Let's open up for me. Daddy's hungry."

He settles between my legs, drawing my panties down my legs, then positioning them with knees high, moving my feet outward.

“I like your socks. You made me so fucking hard the other day when you wore them. You know you’re my little girl now, right? And you’ll do little girl things to please me.”

I swallow against the sudden dryness in my throat as I finish the last buttons on the bodice of my dress, and he works my blue slip-on Keds off my feet, planting a kiss on the top of each foot after he throws my shoes onto the floor with a soft thud.

“Look at those little perfect tits you’re growing for me. Spread that dress open, I want to see your nipples get nice and hard while I put my tongue in your pussy.”

“Oh shit,” I blurt out on a gasp as his mouth connects in a solid, earth-shattering kiss right against my clit.

I’m a squirming mess from that moment on. Arching and twitching and crying as he moves his mouth all over down there. Tongue, lips, teeth, all taking their turns as I react instinctively like it’s all too much, slapping my legs closed.

"Oh no, baby girl. Let Daddy have what he needs. You use your word if you need me to stop, you remember? Red to stop, yellow to slow down. But that’s only when you are sure you can’t take anymore, clear?"

I nod, he returns the gesture, then he’s Coach Hurricane between my legs.

I push my hips upward, as he takes my legs in an iron grip, pulling me wide. I flail and moan, grabbing the pillow in both hands, pulling it up to the sides of my head, muffling the sounds of his wet mouth doing the most unbelievable things.

I had zero clue having a mouth on me could feel like this.

My second orgasm builds faster and harder than the first with his fingers. When I fly apart this time, I'm sobbing his name, my hands fisted in his hair.

"Beautiful," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, kissing softly as my body twitches, stuttering little breaths caught in my throat. As I calm, warm lips linger on my inner thighs. His tongue dances in a long slow stroke, down until he’s kissing me behind my knee. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. So sweet, I’ll be needing more of that every fucking day, little one. Just so you know. When Daddy says he’s hungry, you take off your panties and present yourself for my pleasure, got it? "

I can't catch my breath, can't form words. It's like discovering a new color and realizing it's absolutely your favorite. Like finding out there was this whole dimension of feeling I never knew existed.

"I can't believe..." I start, then trail off, embarrassed.

"What, baby girl?" He pushes onto his knees, leaving my legs to fall limp and wide as he swipes the back of his hand over his lips. His massive chest rising and falling, face and neck glistening with my wetness.

"I can't believe how good that felt. I mean, who knew a mouth could do that?" I finally say, my voice raw like I’ve been screaming at a concert all night. I look up at him with glazed eyes. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Don't you want...?" I gesture vaguely toward the obvious bulge in his jeans.

"Tonight was about you, baby girl. About showing you what it feels like to be taken care of."

"But I want to take care of you, too."

A chuckle escapes his lips. "Oh, trust me, you will, baby. When I say, in my way. Daddy's gonna teach you how to take good care of him. But I'll decide when."

He shifts upward, laying next to me, moving me so I’m curled against his side with my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, and feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want to belong to you."

The words feel huge in the quiet room, but they're true. Truer than anything I've ever said.

His arms tighten around me. "You do belong to me, sweetheart. From the moment you walked into my office this morning, you've been mine."

"Really?"

"Really." He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "And I take care of what's mine."

"Forever?"

"Forever, baby girl."

I close my eyes and let myself believe it. Let myself imagine a future where I don't have to be strong all the time, where someone else makes the hard decisions and catches me when I fall.

Where I get to be his good girl for the rest of my life.