Something clicks in his eyes. I can almost see it come on, like he suddenly realizes that there’s no use in fighting.

He pushes himself against me, leans down, and kisses me.

I kiss him back as his taste floods my mouth. Earthy, grass and sweat, his tongue is sweet against mine. I grip the edge of the counter as he lifts me up, sitting me down on top of it, pushing between my legs.

I wrap them around his hips as I kiss him. It’s strange, this feels even more intimate than when he went down on me. This kiss feels somehow as good, or even better.

I bite his lip, making him grunt, and he kisses me harder. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it tight.

I moan as he pulls my chin back and kisses my neck. He pulls up the bottom of my polo shirt, sliding it up and over my head. I let him take it off and throw it down on the floor.

He cups my breasts, pulls my hair, kisses my lips. I grab at his belt, fumbling with it, but manage to unhook it, sliding it off. He grunts and unhooks my bra.

It’s a frenzy, like we’re racing to see who can strip who faster. In the end, he’s standing in front of me, shirtless and wearing just his boxer briefs. My breasts are bare, his hands cupping them, his lips against my chest. My panties are still intact, but ruined.

I don’t care. I run my hands down his chest, his muscles incredibly sculpted and hard under my fingers. He smirks, kisses me, bites my lip.

“This is what we can do about it,” he whispers as he slides a hand down my panties. He teases my pussy, rubs my clit, and I groan.

“I’m glad I can help,” I whisper, smirking.

He pulls my hair back, tipping my chin up. He pulls tight, holding me there, pressing his fingers deep inside.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp. It hurts and it feels incredible, and I hear him laugh faintly.

“I thought you’d like that,” he says. “A little pleasure, a little pain.”

“You really do know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“I manage,” he says, biting a nipple, sliding his fingers deeper. He starts to move them in and out, driving me wild.

But it doesn’t last long. He pulls me off the counter, turns me around.

“Bend over, little Leah,” he says.

I look over my shoulder at him, spreading my legs, bending over. He looks at my round ass, spanks me. I gasp, biting my lip.

“What are you going to do with me, Coach?”

His eyes flash. “No, don’t call me coach.”

I blink. “Sorry.”

His eyes soften. “Call me something else.” He steps closer, grabbing my hips. I feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. “Do you want to know what I like to be called?”

I nod and moan as his fingers find my pussy again, reaching around my hips. “Tell me,” I whisper.

“If I tell you, you’re going to have to let me fuck your little pussy until you can’t stop screaming it. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, please,” I gasp.

“I don’t think you can.”

“Please, I can handle it.”

“Mmm, I don’t know.” He plunges his fingers inside of me. “This tight pussy. I’m not sure.”

“Please,” I groan, wiggling my hips.

I feel his lips against my ear. “I want you to call me Daddy.”

I groan, my whole body loosening. “Daddy,” I repeat.

“That’s right.” His fingers pull back. I watch him over my shoulder as he takes off his boxer briefs and kicks them aside. His cock is long and hard as he slowly strokes himself. “Call me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. “You can fuck me however you want, Daddy.”

His eyes flash desire. He spanks me again, grabs my hips. “Don’t tempt me.”

“God,” I groan as his fingers tease my clit again. He presses himself against my pussy and I have a moment of fear, wondering if I can take him.

But the moment passes as he slides himself deep between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “Shit, Daddy. Slow.”

He laughs softly, moving nice and slow. “But you’re so wet. It slides in so easily.”

“You’re big.”

“I warned you.”

“I know, but…”

“I told you, you couldn’t handle me.”

“Fuck,” I groan. His cock fills me, every inch of him, or at least it feels like every inch. I wiggle my hips, pleasure and pain. He grabs my hair, leaning over me.

“Relax, little Leah. Let your Daddy take care of you.”

I groan again as he slowly moves his hips. Softly, slowly at first, getting me used to his amazing girth. I’ve never felt anything like him before, long and thick, hard as a goddamn iron rod.

He fucks me faster, moving a little deeper with each thrust. I didn’t even know I could fit something like that inside of me.

But he works me. Experienced, that’s what he said. I’m glad he’s experienced, or else he’d tear me apart.

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