Betrothed To A Beast, I Wed My Coach

Chapter 2

I wanted him to keep going, but I was too embarrassed to say what I wanted.

Instead, I tried to drag the conversation back to the lesson.

"Kyle... shouldn't we practice the swing again?"

Kyle didn't answer. He only tightened his arms around me. "Julie, you're sweating. You look a little flushed."

Everything he'd done over the past few minutes had sent heat racing through my blood.

Sweat dampened my clothes and slicked my skin.

"Let me cool you down."

He dragged the zipper of my top down in one swift motion, revealing the plunging neckline of my camisole and the upper curves of my breasts.

His c**k pressed firmly against my ass. One arm banded across my stomach to hold me against him while his other hand closed around my exposed breast.

I was already painfully sensitive, and my skin burned beneath the pressure of his fingers.

Kyle caught my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slipped beneath my bra.

His fingers circled and pinched my n****e until a tremor ran through my entire body.

I couldn't hold back any longer. A moan broke from my throat.

"Ah... Kyle, you shouldn't... ah..."

My reaction only made him bolder.

"Lesson feel better this way?"

I couldn't make myself answer, so he caught my jaw, turned my face toward his, and kissed me deeply.

"Still going to disobey me?"

I shook my head and turned away again, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Kyle's voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur.

"Do you have any idea how tempting you are? The second I saw you, I couldn't believe anyone could look that good in real life. How the hell could your father marry you off to Holden Hale?"

He gave a humorless laugh. "That bastard is caught up in a new scandal every month, and he goes through women like they're disposable. Everyone says he can't even get it up. You're really supposed to waste the best years of your life in a sexless marriage?"

I couldn't bring myself to criticize my father, so I gave Kyle the safest answer I could.

"My father must have his reasons."

Kyle squeezed my breast harder as his other hand slipped beneath my panties.

His fingers glided through the wetness between my thighs.

"Take another swing. Let's see if you can keep your balance."

I obeyed, moving the club through a slow arc.

Every turn of my hips pushed his finger deeper inside me.

My moans grew louder.

"One finger and you're already falling apart?" Kyle asked, his voice turning darker.

I answered with a broken sound and nodded.

"Imagine how you'd beg every night if you were mine."

Pleasure made it hard to think, but one last shred of caution remained.

"Aren't you afraid the Hales will find out and come after you?"

Kyle gave a cold laugh. "You won't tell them. Neither will I. So who's going to know?"

I pulled his hand out of my panties.

He studied the slick wetness coating his fingers, then looked at me with open satisfaction.

"You're this sensitive already? Don't tell me no one's ever touched you before."

I fought to steady my breathing before answering seriously.

"No one has. I only act wild because I hate being controlled. I don't actually want to become the kind of woman everyone already assumes I am."

My confession excited him even more. He turned me to face him, took my hand, and guided it toward his belt.

"Trust me, Julie. Once you see what I've got for you, you're going to lose your mind."

I tried to pull away, but a reckless part of me wanted to know exactly what losing control with him would feel like.

Kyle kept guiding me with surprising tenderness.

"You don't have to be scared, baby. I promise I'll make your first time better than anything you've imagined. You seriously want that disgusting little creep to be your first?"

The anger in his voice fed the resentment I had been trying so hard to suppress.

Did I really want Holden to be the first man who touched me?

I didn't want to marry him, and the thought of his hands on my body made me sick.

Kyle used my hesitation to guide my hand beneath the waistband of his briefs.

His c**k felt like heated steel against my palm.

I'd never touched a man there before.

A rush of shock and curiosity swept through me, and before I knew it, my fingers were exploring him on their own.

My married sister had once told me that a man's size had a lot to do with how much pleasure he could give a woman.

I had nothing to compare him to, but his size alone was enough to leave me stunned.

My fingers couldn't close all the way around him.

At last, I pulled my hand away and tried to regain what little sense I had left.

"I have to go home. My father gave me a curfew."

Kyle looked frustrated, but he immediately pulled out his phone and called my father.

"Mr. Harrington, this is Kyle, Julie's golf instructor. Her fundamentals need more work than I expected, and I'm willing to extend today's lesson at no extra charge. Since you'd like her to improve quickly, would you mind if I kept her a little longer?"

My father agreed enthusiastically and promised Kyle a generous tip when the lesson ended.

After hanging up, Kyle turned me around and positioned me the way he had while correcting my swing, sliding his hot c**k between my thighs as he did.

"Your father said we should keep practicing. We'd better listen."

He adjusted my arms. As I raised the club, one of his hands slipped beneath my bra while the other closed around my throat.

"Much better. Hold that form and keep going."

I kept swinging with his body wrapped around mine. One hand kneaded my breast while his c**k dragged over the outside of my panties.

He touched me everywhere at once, somehow finding the two places that made me react the most.

A moan escaped with every swing.

"Ah... Kyle..."

Between the moans I could no longer hide, he murmured words of praise in my ear.

"That's it. Your form's getting much more natural. You're enjoying the lesson now, aren't you?"

My moans grew louder, and every breath came faster than the last.

At last, my legs gave out and I collapsed against his chest.

The club slipped from my fingers and landed on the grass.

Kyle pulled my panties down, and warm wetness slid along the inside of my thighs.

"Still going to tell me no, baby? You've spent your whole life holding yourself back. Let me show you what it feels like to finally let go."

His words and his touch stripped away the last of my resistance.

His hand remained on my breast, and every movement of his fingers drew another helpless sound from my lips.

"Mm... Kyle... When you do it... please be gentle. I'm scared it'll hurt."