Chapter Thirteen
Coach Big
I feel Lily’s teeth sink into me as her orgasm tears through her. She’s perfect.
Absolutely fucking perfect.
Her nails bite into my back as my little wildcat comes so hard that she’s squeezing my cock to the point it feels like she might break it in two. I want to hold back, to enjoy this forever, but there’s no way I can. She takes me over the edge with her.
I growl out, sounding more animal than man as I come deep inside of her. Jet after jet of my cum pours into her, painting her insides, marking her virgin womb as mine. My body shudders over her, and I come so hard that I swear at one point I might actually black out.
When I come back down, it’s to watch Lily staring up at me, her face soft with love and pleasure, her fingers combing through my hair as she peppers my chest, neck and chin—anywhere she can—with small kisses.
“I love you, Markus,” she whispers, her eyes shining bright with happiness.
“I love you, too, Lily. I always will, baby,” I tell her, all our walls completely gone. There’s nothing between us now. There never will be again.
“I didn’t know anything could be this beautiful,” she murmurs.
“It’s because we love each other. You’re special, Lily.”
“We’re special,” she corrects me and she’s right. We are.
“You realize I’m never letting you go now, Lily.”
“I never want you to,” she says. “Never.”
“There’s a lot we need to figure out,” I warn her.
“And we will. We’ll figure it out together.”
I smile at her words. She’s grinning at me, then places another kiss on my chest. She moves her body slightly and just that small movement has my dick hardening. I’m still buried inside of her. I should pull out—she’s so tight and taking her virginity wasn’t easy. She has to be sore. Before I can pull out, though, she wraps her legs tight around me.
“What are you doing, Lily?” I mumble, leaning down to kiss her shoulder and the side of her neck.
“I want you again, Markus,” she whispers.
“Baby, it’s too soon. You’ll be sore,” I caution her.
“If I am, Markus, you’ll make it better. You’ll always make it better,” she says, already moving her body, sliding up and down on my cock, clumsily and untrained, but unbelievably good.
She cries out in pleasure.
“If it hurts you at all, we stop. That’s an order.”
“Got it, Coach Big. I’ll stop if it hurts, but don’t worry,” she says, kissing my neck and breathing the words out against my ear. Jesus, she’s so tight and hot. She’s all mine. I’m ready to come all over again.
“I’ll always worry about you, Lily.”
“You don’t need to, because my coach taught me exactly how to stretch before a good workout.” She grins, making me laugh, because damn if she’s not right and I’m fucking glad.
Epilogue One
Lily
Five years later
I smooth my hands down my pants, feeling nervous, tense. I hear the front door open, the sound of Markus’s footsteps coming closer having me sit up straighter in the chair.
I’ve been sitting here for the last half hour waiting for him, waiting to talk to Markus, to tell him this.
He rounds the corner and smiles when he sees me. “Hey, baby.”
I don’t say anything as he tosses his keys on the counter and walks toward me, helping me off the chair and pulling me into his arms. He buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.
As I always do, I melt against him, nothing else mattering.
He pulls back and looks at my face, this concerned expression covering him. “What’s wrong?” He grows serious all of a sudden and I exhale slowly, not wanting to worry him.
So I let the smile I’ve been holding in finally come out, let it wash across my face. I can see him visibly relax after that.
“Sit down. I need to talk to you.”
He’s reluctant at first, but finally does what I ask, his big body resting against the back of the little wooden chair. Over the last five years we’ve grown closer, closer than I ever thought two people could be honestly.
I finished college, getting my assistant physical therapy degree and working at an outpatient clinic. I love every minute of it, and realize it’s my calling, to help people.
Running was always my outlet. It is still something I do to let off steam, but once I started studying at the university, my priorities shifted. I used the scholarship I’d gotten for track, worked my ass off during competitions and meets, but soon realized that wasn’t what I really wanted to do with my life.
And through everything, Markus was there every step of the way. Not just as Coach Big, but as the man I was madly, deeply in love with.
So after I graduated, we got married, his idea to wait until after school. Hell, I would’ve married him as soon as I was done with high school, but I’m glad we waited.