Ethan shoved me onto all fours, his hands gripping my hips so tight it almost hurt. “Face down, ass up,” he growled, sliding his c**k along my soaked slit, teasing me until I was trembling.
“god, Coach,” I begged, looking back over my shoulder with my hair messy, lips swollen, “stop teasing and f**k me already. I need that c**k splitting me open.”
The snarl he let out was pure hunger. He slammed into me in one hard thrust that knocked a scream from my throat. My palms slapped against the mattress, my body jolting forward, but he held me firm and started driving into me—deep, ruthless, every stroke punching moans out of me.
“f**k, yes! Just like that,” I cried, rocking back against him, my p***y clenching around every thick inch. “Use me, Coach. Pound me harder—don’t you dare stop.
