Coach Styles |HS|

6.

"Again" he murmured huskily, sinking himself inside of me. I was hot and sweaty from him fucking me previously and I had no clue how much more of this i could take.

It took him forever to cum; it took him forever to lose his stride while I could barely keep up with his thrusts when he wanted me on top. Tonight with he seemed more urgent that the first two time and my lungs felt like they were on fire. His moans were desperate and his eyes couldn't even stay on me for more than a minute before they shut in ecstasy. He meant it literally when he said he could fuck me all day.

My hair was in knots, my stomach following suit as he emptied himself into yet another used wrapped. My sweaty body was rolled on its side as he laid behind me and wrapped an arm around me.

"We're staying the night" He said kissing me behind my ear. "Your body is such a distraction, God" He nearly moaned as his soft hands caressed the skin of my stomach. "Are you satisfied?" He asked kissing down my neck. Partly. I was satisfied with the feeling, but I always had this cloud of guilt raining over me. I nodded anyway, his chest rumbling as he chuckle and continued kissing my neck. "Baby" He paused. "I'm not near done getting my fill of you. I can guarantee it" He said almost in a growl.

His wanting of my body was so bizarre. He was a grown man infatuated with fucking a 17 year old. I suppose it was the same on my end because I was 17 and enjoying having a grown man inside of me. He was thick and long, pounded me in the right ways only had one person to compare him to and that person could not beat him by a long shot. Soon, he was asleep. His snores rang in my ears softly, his arms tightening around my midsection whenever I moved the slightest. My bladder was full and my throat was completely dry and I somehow managed to get out of his iron grip.

The walls of his home were empty just like the refrigerator and I sighed before craning my neck and drinking out of the tap. I nearly gagged at the taste of the water and wiped my mouth with a napkin.

"What are you doing?" A light cut on and I gasped in shock. His voice was so husky and caused a stirring in my already sore center. His long hair was hanging on his shoulders, his eyes were red from sleep and he was half naked. His black boxers were tight on him, his chest and torso covered in many tattoos.

"I was getting a drink of water" I swallowed pointing to the tap. He looked godly standing there and I hated how my body reacted to him in this situation that was completely wrong, but felt right. His rings were off his fingers, the silver wedding band no longer visible to my eyes. It was his attempt at trying to make me feel less guilt and it was working. Without any reminder that he was a married man, fucking him was a lot easier. God, it was much easier.

In a quick movement he had me on the counter, his arm around my waist and fingertips softly tracing the bruises he created on my chest and stomach.

"Have you ever had sex in the kitchen?" He asked hooking my thigh around his waist and pressing me against him.

He was already hard from what I could feel and my muscles clenched below from a want of him. I shook my head and lowered it gently. His skin was so tanned and I just wanted to kiss it. So, that's what I did. My lips pressed to the skin of his collarbones and I sucked. He moaned long and slow, the action making me clench harder below and suck even harder. As I pulled away a purple bruise lay flat on his skin right along his collarbones.

"That was so sexy, darling" He said with a throaty laugh. "Lay on the counter" He said stepping back to pull off his boxers.

I was soaking on the counter top, his black t-shirt barely covering me as it bunched around my waist. I was bare to him and he was staring at me as if he wanted to devour me. I had no clue what stopping him. When his stares became too much for me to handle, my finger went to my soaking bundle and rubbed slowly. My back arched as pleasure shot up my spine.