Possessive Coach

“If you don’t, he’ll press charges,” I say. “There’s no doubt in my mind. He’ll go ahead and do it.”

“So what? I mean, we won’t go to jail, right?”

I shake my head. “You don’t want a record, even something petty like this. I’m not going to let you go down that road.”

“David…” She shakes her head and stands. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault.”

“This is not your fault,” I growl and walk to her. I feel so angry, but no part of that is directed toward her. “This isn’t your fault at all.”

I grab her hair and kiss her. I kiss her hard, taste her lips, pull her forehead against mine. We stay like that for a moment as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her tighter against my chest, feeling her body warm against mine. She’s wearing a short-sleeve shirt, cut just low enough to get a hint of her breasts, and skin-tight jeans. She’s such a beautiful girl, and I hate that she got pulled into this. She doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve any of this.

“If I hadn’t… messed with him, none of this would’ve happened.”

“So you should’ve, what, slept with Erik just because he wanted you to? Just so you could avoid him harassing you?” I shake my head. “No, we’re not going down that road. He doesn’t get to do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, Chloe.”

“But now he has this over us. And I don’t know what we can do about it.”

I kiss her again, gentler this time. “I’ll figure something out.”

“He wants an answer in a few days.”

“All right then. Give me some time and I’ll figure it out. Our first game is this weekend, so give me until then.”

She bites her lip and nods. “I really am sorry,” she says. “None of this was supposed to happen.”

I kiss her again, softer this time, slower. “Stop apologizing,” I whisper. “You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me. Don’t you realize that?”

She stares into my eyes. “How can you say that? I’m bringing nothing but negativity into your life.”

I laugh softly, hand caressing her face. “Chloe, you have no clue what you do to me. You’re mine, you’re my girl, every inch of you is delicious and made for me. I don’t care what happens from here on, so long as I keep you.”

She bites her lip. “Do you really mean that?”

“I mean it,” I growl. “Erik can do what he wants. So long as you come home with me, it won’t matter at all. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “God, yes.”

I kiss her again, strong and slow. I feel her body against mine, perky and warm and gorgeous, and I can’t help myself. All my anger, all my rage, it just comes flowing out of me. I pull off her shirt and kiss her neck, palm her breasts, spilling out of a black bra. I kiss her chest and push her down onto the couch. I unbutton her jeans and peel them off her long, lean legs before spreading her wide and kissing her inner thigh.

She moans and rolls her hips as my tongue licks up and down her panties. “David,” she gasps. “You don’t…. Oh, god.”

“Let me taste you,” I growl. “I want to make you fucking come.” I reach up and grab her hair, pulling her down to me. I bite her lip and taste her tongue before shoving her back against the couch. I lick her panties, top to bottom, then push them aside.

I run my tongue along the edge of her pussy before finding her clit. I lick it, sucking it hard. I slide my fingers inside her dripping wet cunt and fuck her with them as I lick and suck her. She grabs my hair, holds on tight, and all I can think about is how she deserves more, so much more, so much better. I want to give that to her, give her everything I possibly can.

I let out a growl as I take her pussy and lick it, suck it, make it mine. That bastard thinks he can hurt her, thinks he can hurt both of us, but I know we can do better. We can do more.

I won’t hold back. I won’t stop. I’ll protect what’s mine.

I keep going. I lick her, make her moan. I drink her in and swallow her, loving her taste, her gasps, her groans. I don’t want anything else, don’t want anything in return. The only thing I need is her pleasure and her willing submission.

My fingers move faster inside of her, fucking her deep, making her gasp louder, her moans filling my ears like music. I keep sucking her, licking her, until her body tenses and contracts, her back arching, her hips pushing forward. She grabs my hair tight and pulls me in closer and I let out a growl of pleasure and joy and anger all at once.