Adrianna
I squeeze my thighs together, and in that moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing pants. The need to touch myself clawing at me. Any moment one of my classmates could catch me sucking Coach’s cock, and that thought only arouses me more.
He slides into my throat like he did in the gym. Only this time he hasn’t brought me to my climax and turned me into a desperate slut. This time, I’m doing it almost willingly and it’s a sickening prospect.
“That’s it, baby. Take it to the back of your throat.” His fingers slide into my hair and yank hard, forcing his cock even deeper. “Your throat is so fucking good, but I bet it’s not half as amazing as your cunt.”
My entire body shakes with need as I feel a pressure building inside of me, even without touching myself. Every part of my body is sensitive, and my nipples are hard peaks longing to be sucked.
I pull off of his cock. “Please, Coach. I need you to touch me.”
He smirks down at me, looking a little evil. “Are you begging me, Vasquez?”
The question brings me back to my senses as I lean back on my haunches. “No.”
He kneels down in front of me and then pushes me so that I fall back onto the cold, hard ground. “I’ll give you what you want, baby girl.” He unzips my pants and pulls them down roughly, the cold air hitting my skin and making me gasp.
Suddenly, he’s mounting me so that his cock is pressed against my lips. “Open wide. I want you to suck me while I devour you, and you won’t come until I tell you to.”
Opening my mouth, I suck on the tip of his cock at first and explore it with my tongue, but he shifts position so that his cock slips into the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Good girl, I want you to suck me while I lick your delicious pussy,” he says, and then he’s devouring me.
All other thoughts obliterate as I suck eagerly on his cock, saliva spilling down my chin as he moves his hips, fucking my throat. It’s a wonder I don’t throw up all over it, but then I’ve never had a strong gag reflex.
He groans as he sucks on my clit and then stops. “Fuck, baby. When I come, I want you to swallow every drop. Do you understand?”
I hum around his cock in response.
“Such a good girl,” he praises and then his lips are on me again, driving me insane.
My whole body shudders, and he stops. “Remember, no coming until I tell you.”
I groan around the thick girth of him, wishing I could speak back, but his cock is gagging me from speaking.
He spanks my ass and then continues to lick and suck me, always noticing when I’m getting close and backing off. It feels like any moment I’ll die of desperation. Shifting slightly, I slide his cock out of my mouth. “Please, I need to come,” I beg.
He growls. “Cock back in your mouth, or I won’t let you come at all.”
Grinding my teeth, I get back into position and slide his cock back into my throat. After what feels like forever of torturous pleasure, he stops when I’m so close. “I want you to come so I can lap up every drop of you.” he orders, spanking my ass at the same time. “Come for me.” And then he grazes his teeth over my sensitive clit and that’s all it takes.
I hate how responsive my body is to him as instantly I fall over the cliff edge. Every bone in my body becomes liquid and I shudder violently, screaming around his cock. Archer roars as he comes apart too, both of us finding our release at the same time. Somehow it only makes it more intense as I swallow, trying to keep up and not let any go to waste as he instructed, but there’s too much. I choke a little, shifting back so I can pull his cock out of my throat and breathe.
“Good girl,” he praises, shifting from on top of me. He stands and helps me to my feet, pulling me against him and yanking my pants and panties back up, zipping them for me, even though I could do it myself. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and then he kisses me, the taste of my arousal on his tongue.
It’s intoxicating as I kiss him back, even while I scold myself for it.
“We’ve got some hunting to do.” He shoulders his rifle and shoves his cock back into his pants, zipping them up. “Come on.” He walks off, leaving me full of shame as I grab my rifle and rush after him.
I should have fought harder, but deep down, I enjoyed every second.