Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to think about the what-ifs or the rules we’re breaking or anything else. I just want this time with you.”
“Anything,” I rasp. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
“You. I want you,” she says, her voice husky.
“I’m yours,” I say, bending to press my lips to hers. I allow myself to get lost in the taste of her lips, but I pull away when I feel her hands on the waistband of my shorts. She peers up at me under long lashes. Those green eyes full of desire just about bring me to my knees.
“Whatcha doing, baby?” I ask her.
Her answer is to slide my shorts over my hips. Quickly, I kick off my shoes and step out of my shorts. She runs her hands under my shirt over my abs, causing me to suck in a breath at the feel of her soft hands against my skin.
“I need you to tell me where you want this to go.” I have a pretty damn good idea, but I don’t want to step out of line. She stares up at me, blinking a few times, but no words pass her lips. “Never be afraid to ask for what you want, Mandy. Not with me.”
“I want you. I’m a single mom, and I know that’s a lot, but—”
“I’m already yours. Mia’s, too. That little girl has a grip on me just like her momma does.”
Her lips tilt at the corners with a smile. “You always know what to say to calm my fears.” Her hands travel over my abs and then settle around my waist. “I want you to make love to me,” she says, her eyes staring at my shirt instead of me.
There’s so much that we still need to say. Things to talk about and discuss, but first, I need to give my girl what she wants. Reaching behind my head, I grip the neck of my T-shirt and pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. My cock is thick and heavy, aching from the confines of my boxer briefs, but I don’t take them off. Not yet.
“Stand up.” My voice is gravelly, but when I offer Amanda my hand, she takes it and allows me to pull her to her feet. In a quick move, I trade places with her, sitting on the bed, and pulling her between my thighs. “My turn,” I husk, before sliding my hand beneath her tank top. Her belly quivers as I gently trace her skin.
Amanda lifts her arms over her head, and I assist her with pulling her tank all the way off. Her bare breasts are so fucking perfect, I can’t stop myself from reaching up and testing their weight. Each one fits perfectly in the palm of a hand. My thumb traces over her left nipple, and she moans, which has my cock twitching, eager to get in on the action. Leaning in, I suck the right nipple into my mouth, tasting her, teasing her with my tongue. I’m rewarded with another deep moan.
“Will.”
My name is a breathless plea, one that I want to hear over and over again.
I release her from my mouth and pull back to check on her. She’s smiling down at me as she lifts her hands and runs them through my hair. I grip her hips as I allow myself a moment to commit this to memory. Seeing her like this for the first time. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away.
“I know it’s supposed to, but this doesn’t feel wrong,” she says softly.
“It’s not wrong. It’s messy, but it’s not wrong. There is no way what I feel for you is wrong,” I add.
She steps closer, wrapping her arms around me in a hug, which puts her bare tits in my face. Not that I’m complaining. I hug her back, holding her close. When she pulls away, she reaches for the waistband of her tiny-ass shorts and tugs. My mouth waters when I see she’s not wearing any panties. As she kicks the shorts off, she stands before me completely naked.
I want to devour her. I want to trace every inch of her skin with my tongue, worship her, letting her know how I feel about her through touch, but before I do, I meet her gaze, my eyes locking with hers.
“You’re overdressed, Coach.” She smiles.
I chuckle as I lean back on the bed, lift my hips, and shimmy out of my boxer briefs. My cock springs free, hitting my abs. I fist it, stroking myself from root to tip while my Mandy stands before me, looking like the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, licking her lips as she watches my every move.
“Need some help with that?”
“If that’s your way of asking for permission to touch me, let’s just go ahead and clear that up. You’re the only one allowed to. You don’t need permission. You are the exception to every rule.”