Her Filthy Coach – Forbidden Fantasies Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
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We’re both panting as we look at each other.

“I fucking knew that bratty mouth of yours would feel like heaven,” he groans, reaching for me. He pulls me to my feet, but before I can get my balance, he spins us, lowering me down onto the bench behind him. “Now it’s my turn. Tell me, my pretty little slut, are you wet from sucking my cock, huh?”

Nobody’s ever called me that before, and though I flush with embarrassment at the term, my whole body lights up with pleasure. It’s degrading, but I like it. He says it with lust dripping from the words.

He yanks me to the edge of the bench, so my legs hang over the edge. Isaac hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties but pauses, holding my eyes. I give him a small nod, agreeing to whatever the hell he wants to do to me. I’m so out of my mind with lust that I don’t even care that we’re in a locker room where anyone could walk in and catch us, or that I’m doing this with my coach. If anything, that only makes it hotter.

In seconds, he has me naked from the waist down, hands cupping my thighs and spreading me wide for him. I can feel how wet I am for him, and I know he must be able to see it, too.

“God, Iris, you’re going to be the death of me,” Isaac groans, kneeling at the end of the bench and leaning forward to kiss my thigh. I shudder, desperate for him to touch me. “Though dying between your pretty thighs is a good way to go.”

I gasp as he licks me, tongue dipping inside me hungrily, lapping and tasting and devouring me.

“You taste like mine,” Isaac moans, and I arch off the bench, uncaring that the wooden slats dig into my back. I can barely feel anything except the euphoria of Isaac’s mouth on me. “Say it, Iris.”

“Yours,” I pant, happy to answer him as long as he doesn’t stop circling my clit with his tongue.

“My what?” he pushes, drawing back so his breath ghosts over my needy clit. I’m so close. I need to come. I need him to make me.

“Your little slut,” I moan. The words feel right. Right now, with him between my legs and the taste of him still coating my tongue, I am his. I want to be his. This draw we have to each other is irresistible and neither of us wants to fight it.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, sending sparks of bliss through me.

In reward, he dips his head again, taking my clit between his lips and sucking. I shout his name, unable to keep quiet, uncaring if anyone hears me because nothing else exists in this moment except him. My orgasm rips through me, a rush of relief and bliss, and Isaac keeps his head between my legs, sucking and licking until I’m whimpering with overstimulation.

Isaac pulls away, and I watch as he licks the shine of my release off his mouth, my heart beating so fast I can hear my blood rush round my body. Gently, he helps me back into my underwear and shorts, offering his hand to help me stand. I sway a little on my feet, rolling my eyes at him when he chuckles at me.

“I meant what I said, Iris,” he murmurs, voice quiet but dark as ever. He reaches for me, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding me captive with his gaze. “You’re mine.”

“At least I know I’m not the only one feeling this…pull,” I say with a snort, smiling. “If I’m yours, that means you’re mine, too.”

Isaac’s mouth twitches up at one side in a smirk. His thumb sweeps over my bottom lip, and I nip it between my teeth, grinning. He tuts.

“My little brat,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t think this means you’ll get special treatment on the field.”

I pull a face at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Coach.”

He growls at that, and I smirk. I’m going to have so much fun teasing him.

“Give me your phone,” he says, and I head to my locker to find it. He puts his number in before handing it back. “Just in case you need any more extra drills,” he teases, letting his gaze roam over my body. I shudder under his attention, my body coming back to life as if he hasn’t already wrecked me with an orgasm.

“See you soon,” I call out, grabbing my stuff from my locker, needing to get changed and rush to whatever class I was definitely supposed to be in a while ago. I’m beyond late, but I don’t care. Worth it.

“See you soon, little brat,” he mumbles, giving me one last heated look before he turns and slips out of the locker room.



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