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"You can't be ser–oh, God fucking dammit..." You were still slightly shocked, but his cock reaching deeper by the second caused you to gape in pleasure instead as you clutched onto the sides of the wooden desk, lifting your head up to try and watch his movements, thinking about how he could possibly feel so amazing. Your dainty fingers were nothing compared to this.

"What was that?"

It was impossible to form words any longer, Grayson was quite literally fucking your brains out if you couldn't think at all. Your mind was in scribbles, up in the stars, and you could barely remember your own damn name.

He was gripping the jersey still on you to keep hold of something, his muscles bulging out so deliciously as sweat kissed his beautiful skin. He decided to take the whole thing off of you, bringing it up over your head to watch your tits move in sync with his heavy thrusts. He watched you skillfully play with them, pleasuring yourself while he did the rest.

"Keep fucking me like that, Grayson, don't stop, I'm–" You cut yourself off with a high-pitched mewl, and he knew what was coming, so he flared his nostrils and continued to ravish you, quickening his pace with his thighs and balls slapping against your ass. He continued, even though he felt like he was about to come - hard.

Groaning, he pulled away from you to let you squirt all over the coach's desk. He tried to keep your legs in place since you were moving them open and up towards your chest, but not even a second in between, he was pushing back in to fuck you some more, letting your fluids drip down his own thighs. He made sure to go back to finding your special spot, hitting it again and again, causing you to lose it. Your jaw was entirely dropped and you could no longer find anything to grab.

"You wanna do me a favor, doll?" he asked you, picking your body up once more and turning you both around so that he could take your place and sit on the coach's desk. You weren't even fully listening to him, just going to lazily mold your mouth against his as he moved up to lie down on the desk with you now on top of him. He went over and hooked his fingers around your pussy lips, stretching you out wide to watch how you clenched and unclenched around nothing after taking his thick cock. "Ride it."

Whimpering and licking at your fingers, you lifted yourself up to plant your feet straight on the desk with your knees bent. You leaned back a bit to put a hand behind you for leverage while you took his dick and teased by pressing his slit against your hole. He didn't seem to mind it, since it didn't take long for you to sink down on his length, the new position already making you want to come again.

Grayson knitted his brows and threw his head back as he felt his cock completely being engulfed in your wet heat. You made your fingers form a V and put them in between his dick, before stirring them against your sensitive clit and even slapping gently at it.

You sensually rotated your hips on top of him, sobbing out as he was rubbing back up on your g-spot. You were in control then, so you roughly slammed yourself up and down despite wanting to pass out. "You're so deep..."

Grayson placed his hands under your thighs to help you out a bit, but then he got distracted and went to roughly move your hand away from yourself so that he could do the work with his own magical fingers. Your hand, which he had moved away, went to his knee as you gently rode him, bouncing on his delicious cock.

"Dolan?" you managed to say almost questioningly as you continued to take his dick all the way in and all the way out.

He hissed and tightly closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his gaze on the way his cock stretched you out after every grinding move you made. "Yeah?"

"You're a fucking dick."

He laughed, but his face twisted back in pleasure all too soon. "Well, you're definitely fucking my dick." He locked his jaw. "Shit, baby..."

You let out a giggle. "You like this tight pussy?" you asked to send him over the edge, and it almost worked, but all he did was let you move faster, now basically hopping like a bunny on his rock-hard cock.

His shaking thighs beneath you only made you go at a much rapid pace, letting out a tiny scream when Grayson sat up to move you so that your knees could hit the desk as your bent legs straddled him. He was the one moving you now though, with his hand pressed against the small of your back and the other on your ass, which he couldn't help but spank hard to let out some of his own sexual frustration seeing as he was so incredibly close. "Do that again," you moaned, and he did as told. "Harder." Again. "Harder, Grayson, I'm not going to break," you nearly demanded, making him spank you hard enough to make you jump and leave a big red mark as he kept you down on the desk and abused your neck and jawline, trying his best to lazily move his dick upward with a chorus of whimpers - something you never thought you'd hear - coming from his own lips.

With his eyes shut tight and with his hands gripping hard onto your ass, he flicked his hips upwards as his cock twitched, letting every spurt of his semen finally enter you.

"Just like that..." you encouraged him, loving the warm feeling of his cum, and you even rocked your hips one more time, gasping when you felt like he wasn't stopping. He was filling you up to the brim, but you didn't care one bit as he finished, his cock softening inside you before he gently pulled out and brought his fingers up to your pussy.