Coach Long Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
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“He’s a sick bastard. There’s nothing to thank me for.”

“Olivia told me Mr. Polk’s girlfriend was your ex-fiancée. Was that why you were so angry with him?” she asks and then takes a bite of her burger.

Actually, when I charged in there and saw him with his hand on that girl, I’d not been thinking about Julie at all, even though she’s framed all over his office. “I was angry because he’s a pervert. Because he hurts girls.” My voice lowers and I push a tendril of pink hair away from her face. “Because he hurt you.”

We’re both quiet for a moment.

“Those guys from my past…” Her nose scrunches as she flashes me a thoughtful expression. “It was different,” she says softly. “It was different with you.”

“How do you mean?”

“I liked you because you were brooding and arrogant and beautiful. It had nothing to do with your age or your profession. And then you were so tender with me when I was hurt. My attraction to you was genuine.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “It wasn’t some twisted game to me.”

I give her a sad smile. “I believe you. But it changes nothing. I can be your friend but that’s it, Emo. Especially now. The cops and staff will be all over everyone at that school. It’s dangerous bringing you here but I couldn’t leave you by yourself. Not after your dad all but accused you of being the cause of Polk’s perverseness.”

She seems to accept my answer and we finish our meal. While I clean up our mess, she wanders to the back of the house. I find her tiny little body fast asleep by the time I make it into my room. She looks too damn sweet on my bed. At least she’s wearing clothes, even if they are short and tight. I kick off my shoes and stretch out beside her. I’m fully dressed so that I’m not tempted to let her rub up against me like last time.

The events of the day catch up to me and I pass out.

I wake to the sounds of moaning in the dark. I’m disoriented until I see the clock on my nightstand says it’s after midnight. The moaning continues and I roll over to find the source. I stifle a groan when I find River, with the glow of the moon through the window, touching herself through her panties. Her plaid skirt is pushed up to her hips. My cock jolts immediately because I’ve never seen anything so hot.

So much for just being friends. This girl tempts me like nothing I’ve ever encountered before.

“Emo…” I warn, my voice thick with sleep.

She whimpers. “I just need…I told you I have issues…”

Grumbling, I snag her wrist and jerk it away from her pussy. “You don’t have issues.” I draw her fingers to me and inhale her sweet scent. “I’m the one with issues because I lose all sense of who I am when around you. You turn me on so fucking bad. I’m no better than Polk.”

“You’re not like him. Not even a little,” she says in a fierce tone. “You’re you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I bring her fingers to my lips and I toe the line between right and wrong. What I want to do is put her tiny fingers in my mouth to see if I can taste her sweet cunt. I want her to fuck my mouth with her hand. But that will just break the very thread that’s keeping me from hurtling off a cliff of sanity. I’ll lose my head and do something severely stupid.

Like sleep with her.

My cock aches at that thought.

Her fingers brush against my lips and that makes my decision for me. I can’t smell her and not taste her. That would be cruel to my psyche. I part my lips and draw her fingers into my mouth. She lets out a small gasp. I show her slowly how I want her to fuck my mouth with her sweet fingers. Once she gets the hang of it, I release her and slip my hand to her soaked panties. I drag my index finger along her seam and stroke her clit softly at first.

“More,” she begs, her voice a needy whisper.

I increase the pressure as I rub circles on her bundle of nerves. Her body quivers and shakes the bed. She fucks my mouth with her fingers faster, as if that’ll urge me to do the same. My mind is clear. It’s telling me to stop. That this is wrong. But the man inside of me craves the alluring female in his bed. He doesn’t listen whatsoever.

All sanity is gone as I slip my fingers into her panties. Her flesh is hot and wet and it feels too good against my hand. I bite her fingers, causing her to yelp.


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