Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds

Chapter Eleven

Melinda

It feelslike his lips are everywhere at once. Kissing, licking, and teasing every inch of my newly exposed skin. He teases my nipples with gentle nips of his teeth and tender licks of his tongue. My knees are weak from pleasure and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

I’ll be honest, I thought since we are at the club, there would be a spanking and that tonight would be about introducing me to some new kinky thing. This tenderness is not what I expected, but I’m beyond pleased. This is everything I dreamed this moment would be and more.

Cooper picks me up, causing me to gasp, and carries me to the bed. That maddening mouth of his teases the tips of my toes with ticklish kisses then moves up to my ankles. I giggle and jerk my feet at the tickling sensations. He slowly makes his way up my body, giving my nipples special attention, then he stretches his body over mine, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, crashing his lips to mine.

We kiss for what feels like the most amazing eternity. Our hands exploring each other’s exposed skin. I could kiss him like this forever. His big body hovering over my smaller frame. His chest hair teasing my nipples as his thick cock rests against my thigh. I’ve never hated a piece of clothing as much as I hate his jeans right now.

I want to feel him. Hot and hard against my skin. I want to see his thick length and finally know what it’s like to touch him.

I’ve been dreaming about it for days. Literally dreaming about this moment and what it would be like. I can’t wait to experience more. Just when I think I might die from needing him, he moves back down, nipping at my chin playfully as those dark eyes of his look at me with unadulterated lust.

“This okay?” he asks, always checking in on me. Something that would frustrate me if it weren’t so darn sweet.

“Perfect. More, please,” I groan, running my fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t hesitate to move down my body. Dropping a kiss between my breasts before fitting himself between my spread thighs. He has my legs thrown over his broad shoulders, mouth poised over my most intimate place. I gasp when he kisses my mound over my panties. When he pushes the silky material aside and kisses me lightly on my bare pussy, I nearly come off the bed.

“Oh God, yesss,” I moan.

He tongues my slit making hungry noises that turn me on even more.

“Taste so good, babygirl. Like the sweetest honey.”

I blush at his words, but I love them. I apparently love the dirty talk.

“Gonna eat this sweet cunt now.”

“Yes, daddy. Please,” I practically beg.

He spreads me open with gentle fingers, licking one long swipe up my pussy. He tongues my clit until I’m crying out from the overwhelming pleasure. He backs away, not letting me reach my climax. Before I can complain, he thrusts his tongue inside me. I throw my head back when that devilish tongue enters me, fucking me like it’s his cock.

Cooper fucks me with his tongue until I’m writhing on the bed. Again, the evil man pulls away before I come but doesn’t torture me for long because he’s back at my clit, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. I groan when he inserts first one thick finger, then a second.

“Fuck, babygirl. You’re so tight. So hot. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock.”

Dirty talk is my new favorite thing, I decide. My pussy clenches down on his fingers, and I feel myself getting even wetter for him.

“Then don’t wait,” I moan. “Take me, Cooper. I’m all yours.”

He lets out a low groan but doesn’t move from his spot. He just keeps licking my clit and fucking me with his fingers.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally admits. I can tell he’s on the edge of his self-control. He wants me as bad as I want him. He’s just holding back.

“I trust you, daddy.”

I gasp when he sucks my clit with more purpose. All teasing has halted as he brings me to the precipice and pushes me straight over the edge into a white-hot orgasm that’s so powerful, I scream the building down. Not even caring or giving thought to who hears.

Coop stands from the bed and strips his jeans and boxers in one quick motion. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom before joining me on the bed. I scrunch my nose up, hating the idea of anything between us but knowing it’s the responsible thing. Just because it’s the right thing doesn’t keep me from telling him I’m on birth control. Thank God for horrible irregular periods.

“I’m clean,” he says. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“I know, daddy.”

He holds up the condom. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, positive. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

He tosses the condom aside and settles between my thighs, his hard cock resting in the cradle of my legs. He slicks the head of his hardness through my folds, teasing my clit before moving lower and notching himself at my entrance.

“Please,” I beg, rocking my hips and trying to take him deeper.

He grips my hips and holds me still. “Don’t forget who is in charge,” he growls.

“Never, daddy.”

Finally, he pushes inside in a slow glide that has me stretching around him, my eyes roll back and my lips part on a moan. There’s a tiny pinch of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the unyielding pleasure of him entering me for the first time. He feels amazing.

When he’s buried deep, our bodies completely aligned, he pauses. “You okay?” he asks through gritted teeth. Even now, he’s trying to hold himself in check. It’s the last thing I want. No, I don’t want perfectly controlled Cooper. I want him wild for me. I want him to lose all that hard-won control he has.

“Yes,” I wriggle beneath him as much as I can with him pinning me to the bed. “Please, I need you to move.”

Slowly. Oh so slowly, he pulls out then glides back inside just as slow. He sets a slow pace that drives me mad with lust. My fingers grip his shoulders tight, digging my nails into his hard muscles. He doesn’t stop his slow pace. Pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt.

Over and over, he fucks me with precise movements.

I claw at his shoulders, scratching down his chest. I tug him down for a kiss. His cock slides in, hitting me so deeply I groan into his mouth. It feels so fucking good. I want more. Need more.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me. Show me what it’s like when you lose control.” I nip his bottom lip, a tiny punishment for tormenting me. I hate that he’s holding back. I want to experience everything there is, and I don’t want to wait. “I’m not fragile. I won’t break,” I promise.

I gasp as he pulls completely out of my pussy then flips me to my stomach all in one quick motion that has my head spinning.

“You want me to fuck you?” he snarls.

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Hands and knees,” he growls.

When I don’t move fast enough, he spanks my ass. I’ve barely gotten my bearings when he thrusts back inside me. The new position has his thick cock hitting all the right places. His hands grip my hips tight as he fucks me, pulling me back into him as he thrusts forward. He’s holding me so hard I’ll bruise. I love it.

“This what you wanted? You want it hard and dirty?”

“Yessss,” I hiss as he fucks me even harder.

My pussy clenches around him as he pounds into me. The lewd sounds of his cock thrusting into my soaked pussy and the slapping of his hips against my ass fill the room, along with my cries of pleasure and his gruff moans.

It’s a cacophony of sounds that turns me on even more. It’s like some lustful music that drives me crazy and leaves me wanting.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Milking my cock so good.”

He slaps my ass in a harsh spank bringing another level of excitement to the moment. I claw at the bedding, falling forward as my arms give out. My ass is tilted upward, changing the angle. With every thrust he’s hitting my g-spot.

Holy fuck.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn.

“Not yet. Hold it,” he growls.

I whimper but try to hold on. The incessant need to come grows and grows until I feel like my orgasm will rip me apart when he finally lets me come. He spanks me hard, once, twice, three times, and I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to break apart if he doesn’t let me come soon.

He cages me in, his chest to my back. “Come, babygirl,” he gruffly commands, giving the permission I need to let go.

My orgasm crashes through me. I cry out and lose my breath. It feels like I’m going to blackout from the exquisite pleasure. Hell, maybe I do blackout for a moment because the next thing I know, Cooper is groaning low, his cock kicking inside me as the hot rush of his come floods my pussy.

Stars dance in front of my eyes as he wrings every bit of pleasure from me. We both collapse to the bed breathless. He tugs me over his chest, so I’m lying limp over his body. He holds me close as we catch our breath.

I let out a happy, content sigh when he starts gently stroking my back. Running his fingertips up and down my spine. I feel languid and on the verge of passing out from the intensity of it all.

It wasn’t at all what I thought my first time would be like, but it was absolute perfection.

“You okay?”

I nod my head, still too breathless to speak.

“I wasn’t too rough?” he asks, sounding concerned.

I shake my head. “Not at all,” I manage to say.

Coop kisses the top of my head and holds me close. I doze in his arms. It’s late when we finally move from the cocoon of the bed. I instantly regret that we have to leave. I don’t want to break the spell. I want tonight to last forever.

“I don’t want the night to end,” I confess as I pull on my clothes.

“Good thing it’s not over,” he says with a cocky smirk.

I look at him questioningly as I pull my wet panties up, grimacing a little.

“I’m taking you home, but I’m not leaving tonight.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?” he asks with a raised brow.

I close the distance between us and lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Sounds perfect.”

* * *

I wakeup with a stretch and a yawn, my body pleasantly sore. Coop reached for me twice more in the night, making love to me like he’d die if he couldn’t. I reach to where he fell asleep next to me and find the bed empty. A wave of sadness floods me. I was looking forward to waking up in his arms.

Did he leave without saying anything? He wouldn’t do that… Would he? That’s not the kind of man he is; that fact is confirmed when I find his shirt abandoned on the floor where we tossed it last night. I pull it on, loving the feel of the well-worn cotton on my naked body and the scent of his skin surrounding me.

I pad on quiet feet down the hallway searching him out. I find him in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I smile wide at seeing him in my kitchen in nothing but his boxers like he belongs. He totally does. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his back right between his shoulder blades, then rest my cheek against him.

“Morning, beautiful. Did I wake you?”

“No. I’m not very good at sleeping in, even on my days off.”

“Me either,” he chuckles.

“What are you making?” I ask. “It smells delicious.”

“French toast and bacon.”

I smack my lips, my stomach growling hungrily. “Sounds fantastic.”

He turns in my arms and encircles me in his arms. “How are you? Did I hurt you last night?”

“Hmm…” I murmur, snuggling against him. “Not at all. I’m a little sore, but in a good way.”

“Good. I was worried. I was selfish with you last night.”

I can’t hold back my giggles. “If that was selfish, you can be selfish every night. I think you nearly killed me with the number of orgasms you gave me.”

“Good to know,” he chuckles. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll finish making breakfast?”

I pout up at him. “What if I want to shower with you?”

He gives me one of those smoldering looks of his. “Then I guess I should come wash my babygirl’s back.”

“And front?” I ask hopefully.

“Oh yeah,” he says with a teasing smile and a light slap to my ass.

He quickly turns the burners off and chases me down the hallway to the bathroom. My shower is small, but we make it work. He rubs his hands all over my body, washing every inch. Every swipe of his soapy hands is a delicious tease. I gasp when his hand slips between my legs, and he washes my sensitive pussy.

“Sore?” he asks, giving me a knowing daddy look.

“Just a little sensitive.”

He washes my hair, scraping his nails lightly along my scalp. I moan and lean into him. It’s almost as good as sex. Okay, maybe not that good, but dang close. I rub my wet body along his, loving the feel of his slick skin against mine. He’s long and hard against my lower back. Even though I woke up sated, my nerve endings prickle with awareness, and my pussy grows wet and needy.

I turn and reach for him, but he pulls my hands away. “I can help with that,” I say, trying to be seductive for the first time ever.

“Babygirl, we are in here to get you clean.”

“I’m squeaky clean.” I get a naughty idea… “We need to get you clean too. Can I wash you?”

I don’t wait for his response; I just grab the soap and lather up my hands. I run my soapy hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles under my hands. He may be in his early forties, but he looks better than most men half his age. I turn him so that I can wash his back and gasp at the red lines I see there.

“Oh my God. Did I do that? I’m so sorry…”

He laughs, not sounding one bit sorry. “My kitten has claws, nothing wrong with that.”

I blush in embarrassment at my loss of control. I gently kiss each scratch mark. He groans low in his throat at every touch of my lips. Feeling bold and a little naughty, I reach around and grip his cock, giving it a firm stroke.

“What are you doing?” he growls.

“Trying to entice you…”

“Didn’t I say no already?” he groans.

“Funny how a no sometimes sounds like a yes.”

He spins around and pins me to the shower wall. The cold surface causes me to gasp, but his soft lips on mine pull a moan from me.

“You’re playing with fire, babygirl,” he says into my lips before kissing me again.

“Burn me,” I moan.

Coop flips off the water and throws me over his shoulder. I grip him around the waist, feeling slippery and like I might slide right off his shoulder, but deep in my heart, I know he’d never let me fall. I squeal when he tosses me to the bed. I bounce once, then he flips me to my stomach and pulls me up to my knees.

His hand cracks down on my bottom like a paddle, and I gasp at the sharp sting. Over and over, he spanks me with firm slaps. I’m panting and moaning as the spanking goes on and on, feeling never-ending. By the time his hand stills on my butt and he starts massaging the stinging skin, I’m soaking wet—my desire dripping down my thighs.

His fingers slide through my folds and he lets out a possessive sound before tsking me. “Naughty girl. Getting all wet from her spanking.”

“Sorry, daddy,” I gasp as he circles his fingers around my clit. “I can’t help it.”

He leans over my body, touching me everywhere, his hard cock teasing my folds, then he gently kisses the back of my neck. “I’ll tell you a secret, kitten,” he growls in my ear. “I don’t want you to help it. I want you soaked like this for me always.”

His words light a fire inside me. I went from a virgin to a complete and utter hornball in less than a day. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

I whimper when he pulls away, leaving me feeling bereft. With one quick motion, he flips me to my back. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s entering me. He pushes in to the hilt and I moan at the stretch. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he feels inside me. I love how big he is over me. How small and cherished I feel as he covers my body. When he thrusts, rolling his hips so he grinds against my clit, I throw my head back on a moan of pure pleasure.

Coop leans in and kisses me. It’s a hot, messy kiss that drives me mad with lust. Our tongues stroke over each other in a frantic dance. He bites my bottom lip as he pulls away.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, pounding into me.

“Yes! Yes!” I half-moan, half-scream.

He encircles my throat with his big hand, not squeezing, but the threat is there. My orgasm comes without warning. One second I’m enjoying the feel of him stretching me, and the next, my whole world is breaking apart into a million bright shining pieces.

With a groan, Coop buries himself deep inside my pussy and releases. I love the feeling of him coming inside me. I love the closeness of it. I can’t imagine sex with him any other way. He covers my body with his, kissing me sweetly as we both come down from our climaxes.

I whimper when he stands from the bed, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room. He’s back in less than a minute with a washcloth. He cleans me between my legs, then pulls me from the bed. I giggle when he tugs his shirt back over my head.

“I like you in my clothes,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s go finish breakfast.”

* * *

This weekend wasthe best ever. Coop stayed until Sunday night. He was hesitant to leave, and I really didn’t want him to go. I tossed and turned last night, unable to get comfortable. After just two nights of sleeping in his arms, falling asleep alone was next to impossible. Despite that, I wake up with a smile on my face.

I still can’t believe that I live in a world where Cooper Crane is my boyfriend. I get ready for work floating somewhere around cloud nine. My smile widens when I see Cooper standing by his truck, waiting for me.

He comes over and opens my car door. He reaches in and pulls me out of the car. The moment I’m on my feet, his lips are on mine. I gasp into his lips as his tongue delves between mine. Our tongues slick together as we deepen the kiss. I meet his tongue stroke for stroke, loving the reunion with this man I’m falling for so quickly.

There is a woot and a whistle from somewhere behind me, and I pull away. I look around, seeing that it’s a couple of football players.

“Get to class, boys!” Cooper barks at them.

I bury my face in his shirt, embarrassed at being caught making out like a high schooler by high schoolers. A week ago, I never would have done such a thing. Now here I am, the queen of PDA and wanting more. Reluctantly we part, and Coop walks me into the building. Since I no longer feel the need to shyly hide out from him, I head to the teacher’s lounge for a cup of coffee.

Darlene is at the coffee pot, and in seconds she’s pounced on me for details about Coop and me.

“Tell me everything!” she says excitedly.

What do I tell her? How much do I want to share? The giddy part wants to tell everything. I’m so freaking happy. I finally have not only a best friend but a boyfriend to talk to her about. I look around at the crowded room and lean in close to whisper in her ear.

“Coop stayed at my place all weekend.”

Darlene squeals quietly. “Tell me more.”

“Later,” I say, my eyes moving to the people hanging around just waiting for some new tidbit of gossip to spread. No thanks.

“Fine,” she grouses. “Today after school? We can get dinner.”

“Pizza?” I say with a smirk.

“Pizza it is.”

I giggle happily as we part ways. I’ve never felt like this before, and I hope the feeling lasts forever. Can a person really fall for another so quickly? My crush for Coop has gone from pining for him from afar to not wanting to be out of touching distance in just a few short days. It hardly seems possible that I can feel so much so fast. And yet, here I am… attached and ready for more.

The day goes by quickly. Sadly, I don’t have time to see Coop because he had a lunch meeting with his assistant coaches in preparation for the upcoming game, and directly after school, he has football practice.

I’m extremely glad I have plans for dinner with Darlene; otherwise, I might go crazy. We meet at Nino’s. Darlene looks like she’s ready to explode from the need to hear all about my weekend with Cooper. We quickly find a table to sit at and order a pizza to share and our drinks. As soon as the waitress is out of earshot, Darlene dives in.

“Now tell me everything.”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Hmm… Tell me about the club.”

I turn bright red because the club is where I lost my virginity in the most spectacular way. I’m also not sure how much of this part Coop would want me to share. But Darlene is my best friend, and best friends talk about this kind of thing… right?

“We went to the club Friday…”

“Annnd?”

“Coop got us a private room.”

She looks even more excited at my revealing that tiny tidbit.

“It was fantastic,” I say shyly. “I honestly never knew it could be like that,” I lower my voice to barely a whisper, “Sex that is.”

She practically swoons in her seat. “And he stayed at your place all weekend?”

“Yes!” That giddiness I’ve been walking around with comes back with a vengeance and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “It was the best weekend of my life.”

“So does that mean you’re together-together?”

I wrinkle my nose at that question. We didn’t really define our relationship as such, but it sure feels like that’s what we are. More even when I consider the whole daddy/babygirl thing.

“Well, we didn’t really define it as boyfriend-girlfriend, but it feels that way.”

Darlene lets out a happy squeal drawing the attention of the other patrons at the restaurant.

“Shh,” I admonish.

“Sorry! I’m just so happy for you. I knew you’d be perfect for each other.” She looks around making sure no one is listening in. “And the daddy stuff?” she whispers.

I let out a content sigh. “I love it,” I answer honestly. “I liked reading about it, but never thought about it as something I could have in real life… so much better in reality.”

“And he’s good to you?”

“The best.”

We eat and chat more about the club.

“I really like Tessa.”

Darlene nods. “She’s a hoot. Maybe just don’t pick up her bratty habits. Whoever she ends up with has a challenge on his hands.”

I laugh at that because from what I’ve seen it’s so true. She’s a spitfire. “I don’t think brattiness will be a problem for me. I can’t see myself ever acting like that.”

“Me either. You’re too good,” she says with a smile.

“Maybe a little naughty,” I smirk.

My phone dings with a message. I excitedly pull my phone out because there are only two people who message me, and one of them is sitting across from me right now. I let out a happy sigh when I read Coop’s message.

Hey babygirl. Missed you today. Want to get dessert after you’re done with dinner?

Darlene crooks up an eyebrow. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you happy to look at your cellphone.”

I giggle and blush. “I guess it’s different when you have a reason to be excited about who is messaging you.”

I type out a quick message agreeing to get dessert after my dinner is over. I can’t wait to see him again.

Our conversation switches from the club and our boyfriends to school. We briefly talk about the big game and the performance the marching band is putting on for halftime. It’s a big deal, and I can’t help but feel nervous. I have a great group of students this year, but it never fails to make me feel like I’m the one in the spotlight whenever they have a performance.

“It’ll be great,” Darlene says. “You guys are state champions. You’ve got no reason to worry about how they will do.”

“I know, it’s still nerve-wracking.” I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. Even if I’m not out on the field, it still feels like it’s me out there in front of the crowd.

“Don’t stress over it, girl. They’re going to be awesome.”

We finish up with our pizza, and I excitedly leave to go meet Cooper for dessert… and hopefully some more of his drugging kisses.