The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Leia Welsh

As his finger slides inside me, a rush of excitement courses through my body, causing me to cling to the soft, gray silky sheets as if my life depends on it.

The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop, except for the sounds escaping my lips. But despite the silence, I can feel and understand everything through his powerful touch.

The way his fingers move in and out, a perfect blend of desire and aggression, sends shivers down my spine. And his intense stare, locked onto me with unwavering focus, is fucking mesmerizing. A wave of dizziness washes over me as he adds another finger, making me feel light-headed.

I've never experienced this level of intimacy before, but something tells me that no other man could make a woman feel quite like Kohl Warren does.

I can't believe my eyes as I see him standing there, casually dropping his boxers to reveal what can only be described as a weapon of mass destruction. It's like a skyscraper in a sea of tiny buildings, standing tall and proud. I can feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets as I take in the sight of his impressive manhood. "What in the world is that thing?" I blurt out, unable to contain my shock and awe.

He lets out a chuckle, a smug grin on his face as he looks down at his member like it's no big deal. But let me tell you, it's a very big deal indeed. It's like a beast unleashed, ready to conquer.

"It's Eric," he replies nonchalantly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

But there is nothing normal about the sheer size and girth of that thing. It's like a beast waiting to be tamed, and I can't help but wonder if I'm up for the challenge. I mean, how is that thing even going to fit inside of me? It's like trying to fit a watermelon through a straw.

"What the hell do you feed that thing?" I blurt out, my eyes widening as I take in the massive member in front of me. It's like a giant tree trunk, and I can't help but feel a mixture of shock and amusement.

He bursts into laughter, doubling over as he tries to catch his breath. I give him a sardonic look, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Geez Leia, relax," he manages to say between chuckles.

His laughter is infectious, and I find myself joining in despite the awkwardness of the moment. I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to react when faced with something so ridiculously large?

As he composes himself, he takes a step closer, his hands gently resting on my sides.

His touch is surprisingly gentle, considering the intimidating size of his... appendage.

"Don't worry, it's not going to hurt," he reassures me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort or fear.

"That's a fucking lie, and you damn well know it," I shoot back, but the nervousness in my voice is as clear as day. His lips curl into a cocky smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"You'll just have to take my word for it"

And with that, he leans in and plants a soft, gentle kiss on my lips, making all my worries melt away like ice cream on a hot summer day.

The sensation is like pure magic, his taste is like a drug I can't get enough of. I can feel all my worries and doubts slipping away as he deepens the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

My heart is beating like a drum in my chest, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. His lips leave mine and start trailing kisses down my neck.

I can't help but respond to his touch, my body moving on its own accord as he continues to shower me with affection.