Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow
Chapter Thirteen
Coach Big
Ifeel Lily’s teeth sink into me as her orgasm tears through her. She’s perfect.
Absolutely fucking perfect.
Her nails bite into my back as my little wildcat comes so hard that she’s squeezing my cock to the point it feels like she might break it in two. I want to hold back, to enjoy this forever, but there’s no way I can. She takes me over the edge with her.
I growl out, sounding more animal than man as I come deep inside of her. Jet after jet of my cum pours into her, painting her insides, marking her virgin womb as mine. My body shudders over her, and I come so hard that I swear at one point I might actually black out.
When I come back down, it’s to watch Lily staring up at me, her face soft with love and pleasure, her fingers combing through my hair as she peppers my chest, neck and chin—anywhere she can—with small kisses.
“I love you, Markus,” she whispers, her eyes shining bright with happiness.
“I love you, too, Lily. I always will, baby,” I tell her, all our walls completely gone. There’s nothing between us now. There never will be again.
“I didn’t know anything could be this beautiful,” she murmurs.
“It’s because we love each other. You’re special, Lily.”
“We’re special,” she corrects me and she’s right. We are.
“You realize I’m never letting you go now, Lily.”
“I never want you to,” she says. “Never.”
“There’s a lot we need to figure out,” I warn her.
“And we will. We’ll figure it out together.”
I smile at her words. She’s grinning at me, then places another kiss on my chest. She moves her body slightly and just that small movement has my dick hardening. I’m still buried inside of her. I should pull out—she’s so tight and taking her virginity wasn’t easy. She has to be sore. Before I can pull out, though, she wraps her legs tight around me.
“What are you doing, Lily?” I mumble, leaning down to kiss her shoulder and the side of her neck.
“I want you again, Markus,” she whispers.
“Baby, it’s too soon. You’ll be sore,” I caution her.
“If I am, Markus, you’ll make it better. You’ll always make it better,” she says, already moving her body, sliding up and down on my cock, clumsily and untrained, but unbelievably good.
She cries out in pleasure.
“If it hurts you at all, we stop. That’s an order.”
“Got it, Coach Big. I’ll stop if it hurts, but don’t worry,” she says, kissing my neck and breathing the words out against my ear. Jesus, she’s so tight and hot. She’s all mine. I’m ready to come all over again.
“I’ll always worry about you, Lily.”
“You don’t need to, because my coach taught me exactly how to stretch before a good workout.” She grins, making me laugh, because damn if she’s not right and I’m fucking glad.
