My Coach, My Stalker by Jessa Kane
Chapter 5
Margot
My heart is pounding in my ears.
Everett and I haven’t spoken since we left the therapy room, but the energy between us is loud enough without saying a single word. As soon as we cross the expansive grounds and enter the housing area, he reaches down and takes my hand again, leading me to a bank of elevators identical to the one in my building. My womanhood feels heavy. Wet. It’s throbbing incessantly and Everett must know. He must. Because as soon as the elevator doors close behind us and we’re alone, he pushes me up against the wall and massages the spot through my underwear.
I moan long and loud, breaking off into a gasp when he rakes his teeth up the side of my neck, shoving his hand down the front of my panties and gripping me bare.
“I only asked permission to fuck this as a courtesy, little girl. It’s mine. Inside and out. Every little curl of peach fuzz. Every drip that comes out of this pussy belongs to your Daddy. Say it. Say it before we get to the room and I forget everything but banging it.”
“It’s my Daddy’s,” I whimper, dizziness assailing me. “It’s yours.”
He grabs my wrists and rests them above my head, leaving them there as he throws open my robe, raking his open hands down the front of my naked breasts, my belly, traveling back up to knead my sensitive mounds. Groaning as if he’s the one getting pleasure instead of me. The big ridge in his pants nudges my belly once, twice and then he bites his lip and thrusts against me. Pressing his open mouth to my shoulder, he humps me furiously against the wall of the elevator, his hands snaking down to my buttocks and gripping the cheeks roughly, his hips ramming against mine, lifting me onto my toes, making me sob from the intensity of it all.
“You do this. You make me an animal.” He drags his teeth side to side on my shoulder and I cry out, arching my back, begging without words for him to touch my breasts again. But he does better than that. Using his possessive hold on my backside, he lifts me up and up, dropping his mouth to my nipples and licking them in an obscene way. Looking me right in the eye as he does it and clenching every muscle south of my belly button. “You’re lucky we made it to this building. Almost settled this tight ass on the table and pumped you full right in front of your father.” He wraps his lips around one of my nipples and draws on it, slow and long. “Not sure if I could have convinced him that in order to be trained properly and thoroughly, I won’t be using a condom.”
Before I can question that—or why it turns me on—the elevator doors open and I’m being carried off the elevator. We stop halfway down the hallway and I’m pressed to the door, my coach’s mouth slanting down over mine, the stroke of his lips and tongue exhilarating my senses. I circle my legs around his waist, moaning as he once again begins to pump his hips against me in that grunting, frantic way. Fast fast fast. Making the door shake loudly behind me.
The clenching of my tiny vaginal muscles is too intense and I don’t know what to do about it, so I grind on him, whimpering, trying to relieve the pain, but it only gets worse the harder he ruts against my panties, turning them sodden and uncomfortable. I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to take me out here in the hallway when he slows down with a curse and yanks a key card out of his pocket, slapping it down on the lock and opening the door, bringing me inside. Our mouths connect again, tongues invading, my fingers spearing through his hair as he stumbles toward the bed, already unzipping his pants between our bodies.
“I’m a bad man, Margot,” he exhales shakily against my lips, throwing me down on the bed and landing hard on top of me, pinning me underneath his much larger frame. I’m instantly dominated and I love it. I love the loss of control. Not knowing what’s about to happen, what he’ll do to me or how it’ll feel. “You’ve turned me into a very bad man who wants sick things from an innocent young girl.”
Goosebumps crop up all over my skin. Everywhere.
My brain is urging me to question what he means…but something inside of me already knows. I know very well what he wants. Maybe I’ve known all along and that’s why I feel delicate and treasured and aroused in Everett’s presence. His specific desires might not have been obvious, but my body recognizes them…and I think I share in those needs.
Yes, I do.
Because I like this contrast of young and older. Innocent and not. Little and big.
I’m no longer myself. I’m a little girl about to do something forbidden with her Daddy and my private parts are coiling with anticipation. A delirious kind of excitement. I close my eyes and revel in the cool air conditioning, the firm mattress at my back and the incredible weight of this man on top of me, his tongue charting a course up the side of my neck.
I giggle, barely recognizing my own voice when I say, “That tickles, Daddy.”
Everett pauses for long seconds before making a ragged sound. “Margot, no.” His mouth finds mine in a sipping kiss. “We can’t go there. Don’t let me go there.”
“Go where?” I ask, wide eyed and innocent. “Why did you bring me here?” I giggle again, my face flushing with heat. “Why are your pants unzipped?”
Everett’s swallow is loud and he starts to breathe heavily, his manhood throbbing against the inside of my thigh, still trapped inside his briefs. “I can’t…” he pants, his eyelids drooping. Long seconds pass, his right hand raking up the side of my hip. “We’re here to play a secret game, little girl. Just you and me.”
I attempt to wiggle out from beneath him, but his hold firms on my hip and he presses his bigger body down more securely, so I can’t go anywhere. “I don’t want to play a game,” I say, pouting. “You’re looking at me funny.”
The hand on my hip travels up to my breasts, his fingertip tracing a light circle on top of my nipples. “I’m looking at you like this because you’re so beautiful.”
I bite my lip. Flattered but uncertain. “Thank you.” Everett hums in his throat. Leans down to lick his tongue over the nipple he’s just made hard, grabbing my wrists and holding them down when I begin to squirm. “I-I don’t like how that makes me feel.”
“Are you sure?” He moves to my other breasts, teasing the nipple with side-to-side brushes of his lips. “If it makes your pussy feel warm and wet, that’s okay. That’s what we want.” His lower body grinds against mine. “That’s exactly what we want.”
My skin heats at such a rapid rate, the room spins a little bit around me. But he’s my anchor. My coach. My everything. His eyes keep me rooted to the spot, present in the moment, even when I want to cry out from all the sensations bombarding me at once. Eagerness. Confusion. Need. Love. Lust. “You said this is a game. How do we play it?” I whisper.
Everett brings his mouth to mine and teases it open with a light lick. Holding eye contact, he releases one of my wrists and reaches down, gently tracing a finger up and down along the slit of my sex, through my rapidly dampening panties. “I’ve been very lonely, sweetheart,” he says raggedly. “So lonely.”
A wrinkle forms between my brows and I wonder how much of this is true and how much is part of the game we’re playing. The thought of Everett being lonely turns my heart over in my chest. “But how can you be lonely when you have me?”
His laugh holds a wealth of darkness. “When I can’t have you all the way and you’re always around tempting me so sweetly, it makes me even lonelier. Do you understand?”
He cups my womanhood fully in his hand and kneads it in a tight grip, making me gasp and shove at his shoulders. “Daddy!”
“I need this all the way,” he growls through his teeth, visibly trying to keep himself under control, although there is a sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip. “I won’t be lonely anymore if you let me inside this pretty cunt. You’re going to be so tight around my cock, I won’t be able to think at all, will I?”
“I don’t want you to be lonely,” I say, biting my bottom lip and looking down between our bodies with naïve confusion. “How c-can you be inside of it?”
Without taking his attention from my face, Everett removes his hand from my sex and clutches his own, stroking the gigantic ridge through his briefs. Then he slowly plows his hand down the front of the underwear and brings out his large, mottled erection. It’s so much bigger than I could have imagined that my thighs try to close automatically, my breath running short. I’m suddenly nervous. Unsure about how we’re going to fit together in the way I’ve always imagined. At least until Everett starts to stroke himself in that powerful fist, hypnotizing me, his panting breaths against my mouth causing my flesh to grow slicker and slicker. As this happens, he removes my panties completely, tugging them down and over my knees and ankles, leaving them in a heap on the bed.
“I’m only going to put in the tip,” he says choppily, positioning himself between my thighs, his hand guiding that turgid trunk of flesh toward my center.
“That goes inside me?” I whisper in awe. Maybe a touch of fear.
“That’s right, little girl.” He takes my mouth in a long breathless kiss and hesitantly, I start to participate, touching my tongue to his, opening my mouth a little wider each time he slants his male one over mine. “That’s my sweetheart,” he says thickly. “So good at kissing already and we’re only getting started. What else do you think you’ll be good at when we play together?”
The compliment makes one corner of my mouth tick up in a shy smile. “I don’t know,” I murmur, shifting to try and combat the growing ache between my legs. “What else is there?”
“Well…” He keeps his lips poised on mine, his breath beginning to saw in and out. And I realize he’s trying to distract me while he guides himself to my entrance. I keep inquisitive eyes trained on my Daddy while he parts my flesh with the big, smooth head of his erection, trying not to let my utter excitement show. Not yet. “We can take baths together…”
“With bubbles?” I whisper, smiling.
He groans, dragging his shaft up and down through my soaked folds. “As many bubbles as you want, sweetheart,” he pants. “When we’re alone in this room, we can practice kissing. Wrestle. You can sit on my lap without panties and let me feed you an ice-cream sundae.” As he says the last part, his erection tucks inside of me and I suck in a breath, shaking my head no. “We can have fun together. But you have to learn to enjoy this first.” He pushes my thighs open and sinks in another inch, eliciting a nervous whimper from my mouth. “You will learn to enjoy my cock. It’s the only one you’ll ever have. One day soon, you’re going to suck it with your pretty young mouth. You’re going to let Daddy do whatever he wants when we’re alone.” Teeth bared, he begins to roll his hips, his breath hitching, sweat gathering at his hairline. “But our games are a secret, do you understand me, Margot?”
“It hurts.” My voice is raw. Honest. Because I’m telling the truth. He’s so huge compared to me. So stiff he could be made of iron. “That’s m-more than the tip.”
“Forgive a lonely man,” he groans against my mouth, pushing all of the way inside my body in one mighty pump, through the barrier of my virginity and beyond, his jaw going slack on a long, rumbling moan. Even as he’s enjoying the feel of me with his eyes closed, he’s holding me down, because I’m shifting, bucking my hips, crying out, anything I can do to alleviate the strange discomfort. “Son of a bitch, that’s one tight fucking cunt.” The words come out of him in a strained rush, then all at once, he seems to realize I’m in pain and he hushes me, kissing my mouth softly, but still holding me down, keeping me pinned. Letting me know without words that there is no escape. “The pain isn’t forever, sweetheart. You’re already getting used to it.”
“No, I’m not!” I exclaim.
But then I really take a second to examine myself and begin to realize the sharpest edges of the agony have turned smooth. My Daddy’s big male part is throbbing and throbbing inside of me. There’s something so exciting about it. About the fact that I’m needed by him to such a degree. And I don’t want him to be lonely, do I? Wouldn’t that make me bad or ungrateful for everything he does for me?
Very slowly, I let my thighs open wider, the pain ebbing more and more. “Don’t be lonely anymore, Daddy. I’m right here.”
A shudder ripples through him. “Good girl.” His long, thick flesh leaves me halfway, then slowly pushes back in, creating a hot, foreign sensation in my tummy. “Sweet little girl,” he groans, leaving and filling me faster and faster until his eyes begin to lose focus, his hips moving in jagged thrusts. “So creamy and tight for me. Christ. You were built for rough, secret rides in the dark, weren’t you? That’s why you make my dick so hard. I can’t help it. Can’t help this.”
I’m beginning to think he’s right.
I was built for this.
There is wonderful turmoil in my belly that turns and twists, growing tighter. And my thighs wrap around his hips on instinct—and that lift of my lower body, the way I angle myself determines where he strokes me. As soon as I learn this, I tilt my pelvis and a scream lodges in my throat over the way his huge shaft rides over my clit, stroking it into a swollen state. Making my head writhe side to side on the pillow, my body barely able to comprehend the splendor of what’s happening. The same orgasm that has been threatening to surface for the last two days, maybe even the last two years, turns visible. Just within reach.
“Everett,” I gasp, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, because he’s slapping into me now, his nostrils flared, eyes almost black. “Daddy.”
“Margot,” he says, pushing his face into my neck and razing me with his teeth. “My life. My everything. I can’t hold all of myself back. I thought I could. I thought…”
“Don’t hold back,” I hiccup, because pleasure is beginning to invade my limbs, my belly. It sinks lower and lower, quickening my muscles and my eyes fly open. Oh. Oh God. This is it. This is why I wouldn’t let Everett give me a climax with the vibrator. This is why I wouldn’t let my body have a release with the rolled-up towel. It needed this. It needed him and him only. “Oh my God,” I manage, teeth chattering, my toes digging into Everett’s flexed calf muscles. The storm breaks inside of me and I scream until I’m hoarse, Everett giving me quick, quick, quick pumps of his shaft, his thumb polishing my clit, his breathing ragged, the bed ramming up against the wall with each of his drives. Relief flushes through my body, taking every ounce of tension along with it. Tension coiled so tight for so long, I’d grown used to it.
But it’s gone now.
It’s gone now, so I offer no resistance when Everett growls like a wild animal and throws my legs up over his shoulders, slamming into me so hard I have to reach back and hold the headboard or be thrown from the bed.
I can’t hold all of myself back.
Didn’t he say that?
Well he definitely listened. I barely recognize this man with his bared teeth and lust-laden eyes. He isn’t my stern, reserved coach anymore. He’s a man lost in pain and pleasure. Lost in me. He is chanting my name over and over again like a mantra, his hand wrapping around my throat, his tongue licking me anywhere it can reach.
My breasts, my shoulders, my face.
Is it possible he’s growing larger inside of me? It certainly feels like it and my abused flesh is sore and aroused at the same time. Taking him.
“You have no idea how bad I’ve needed this,” he rasps, gradually tightening his hold on my throat. “So bad I pace my living room stabbing the fucking walls. Just imagining this pussy. Just imagining you flat on your back taking this cock.” He squeezes and I see spots and I should be alarmed, but I’m not. I’m not. I love his possession of me. I love his sexual anger at me. And more than anything, I trust him with my whole soul. “Tell me you fucking love it. Tell me you lie in your sheets with the little daisies on them and get wet for coach. Wet for Daddy.”
“I get so wet,” I murmur, truthfully, because I did. Night after night. Dreaming of him. “I never know what to do about it.”
“Now you know, sweetheart. You spread your legs and show me that slick young pussy and I take care of the rest. Isn’t that right?” He releases my neck long enough to let me suck in a breath, then immediately clamps his grip down there again. And my womanhood begins to throb in that promising way, clenching and flexing around his invading shaft. I like him deciding when I breathe. I like him being in charge of everything. I’m just a little girl. I don’t know any better.
“Daddy,” I wail, working my hips as fast as I can to meet his drives. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” The words are out before I can stop them and if I thought my orgasm released tension, it’s nothing compared to the knot that loosens in my chest after making the admission. As if it’s been sitting there like a ten-ton boulder.
“Oh fuck!” Everett jolts violently, his seed flooding into my body and I go with him, my muscles spasming at the juncture of my thighs, bright light bleeding into the edges of my vision. He flattens me, growling, grunting, grinding up into me with that large appendage, as if wanting to feed his seed into the deepest recesses of my body. “I love you, too. This mad man loves you. Feel it in every single drop. Look into my eyes and see it.” He is pressed forward, bending me in half with his strong upper body, having maneuvered me like a doll, his hips driving and driving and driving, an unstoppable male machine. “I love you in ways that will get me arrested. I’m a sick fuck over this pussy. Over your face and wrists and ass and voice and smell. I’m sick.”
“I’ll be sick with you,” I whisper, holding him when he finally collapses with a groan, his hot, shallow breaths bathing my neck. “I’ll be sick for you.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he says, so low I can barely hear him.
But then it doesn’t matter because Everett rolls off me onto his side and gathers me close in his arms, planting endless kisses on my forehead until I fall asleep, secure in the fact that he views me as a woman now. That he loves me. We’re together and nothing can break us apart.
