Page 105 of Her Coach

I blinked. “What?”

And then, that swarthy grin of his peeled across his lips. “We could do a lot of things with those cameras.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Like what?”

He leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss to my lips before he spoke. “Like, selling partial tickets for people who want to watch the game at home.”

Actually, that wasn’t a half-bad idea.

“Or,” he continued as he pulled back a bit, his coach-like mind already running away from him as he flopped onto his back, “we could sell discounted season tickets for those who want to watch the entire season at home.”

I sighed as I climbed over him, resting my head on his chest. His fingers started mindlessly sliding through my hair.

“Or, we could⁠—”

“And here I thought you were trying to be dirty,” I said with a small giggle as I played with his chest hair.

He growled as he wrapped his strong arms around me and rolled me onto my back. His cheeky smile was back.

“Does my girl want to be filmed?” he asked.

He kissed my neck, and it made me sigh. “I mean, you said something about cameras with that little grin on your face, and I didn’t expect—oh.”

He nipped at my pulse point. “You didn’t expect, what?”

My legs mindlessly spread for him. “Hockey. Didn’t… didn’t expect…”

“Mmmmm,” he hummed as he nuzzled his face between my clothed breasts, “does my sweet girl want to watch her pussy be stuffed full?”

“Shit,” I hissed as he hooked his fingers into the band of his boxers that I wore.

“Does my sweet girl,” he said as he punctuated his words with kisses down my stomach, “want to watch what I do to her?”

“Colton,” I whimpered as I reached down for his hair.

He slid my legs over his shoulders. “Say it.”

“Huh?” I asked.

He pressed a chaste kiss to my pussy lips. “Tell me what you want.”

I curled my fingers into his hair and tried tugging him to where I wanted him to be. “Please, Colton. I need to come. I need you to lick my pussy. Please.”

And before I knew it, he ripped me out of bed, into the bathroom, and seated me on a chair in the bathroom that sat right in front of the expansive mirror he had.

It gave me a full view of what he looked like as he dropped to his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders, and plunged his face in between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.

It was all too much. The expanse of his shoulders, propping my legs up. His hands, pressing my thighs open. His tongue, ravishing me as I watched our reflection in the mirror with half-hooded eyes. My stomach rolls were on full display. He growled between my legs as I felt myself dripping down my ass crack. His tongue rolled over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, and my head fell back as I cried out to the heavens.

“Fucking hell, Colton! Yes! Right there!”

The sounds were obscene. I picked up my head just enough to watch his back muscles flex with every movement. Watching a powerful man like Colton? On his knees in nothing but sweatpants? Diving between my thighs and licking me clean while caressing my fat rolls like they were the most beautiful things in the world to him?

I didn’t stand a chance at lasting.

“Colton! Yes! I’m coming! Oh… fuck… ing… hell…”