Betrothed To A Beast, I Wed My Coach

Chapter 3

My plea seemed to excite Kyle even more. He kept me bent in front of him and lifted the back of my skirt.

"No, please, not here." I begged.

Before I could say anything else, he began easing into me with slow, careful pressure. The pain was sharper than I'd expected.

I immediately told him to stop.

Kyle covered my mouth with one hand and pressed his body tightly against my back.

"Easy, baby. Give it a minute. I promise it won't keep hurting like this."

"Kyle, we're completely exposed. Can't we go somewhere more private?"

The tremor in my voice only seemed to excite him.

"That's what makes it fun, doesn't it? Pick up the club and pretend you're practicing. No one will notice."

At his instruction, I bent down to retrieve the club.

The movement lifted my hips and opened me even more fully to him.

Kyle gripped my waist and began driving into me with harder, deeper strokes.

The pain gradually faded, replaced by a fullness and pleasure more intense than anything I had ever imagined.

Soon, I was craving the sensation of him filling me completely.

Every thrust tore a low, strained sound from his throat.

"God, Julie... You're so tight. Holden wouldn't have a clue what to do with you."

He whispered, "Tell me, baby. Am I giving you what you need?"

By then, I had stopped fighting the rhythm and surrendered to it completely.

The wetness between my thighs made every stroke slicker and easier than the last.

Nothing had ever prepared me for the intimacy of having another person inside me.

I lifted my hips higher and dragged one of Kyle's hands onto my breast.

My words came out between broken breaths.

"Can you... go harder?"

The request shattered the last of his restraint.

Kyle pulled out and dragged the head of his c**k slowly over my c**t.

"You still haven't answered me. Is this what you wanted?"

The sudden emptiness was unbearable when I'd been so close to release, and every teasing stroke made me desperate to have him inside me again.

"Yes, Kyle. I've never felt anything this intense. I didn't know s*x could feel this good."

My praise went straight to his ego.

"You like it?"

"I love it."

Kyle caught my jaw and turned my face toward his.

"What do you love?"

I couldn't see my own expression, but I knew my unfocused eyes and parted lips gave away exactly how thoroughly he'd undone me.

"You," I breathed. "And the way you make me feel. Not just my body. All of me."

The second he heard that, Kyle drove back into me in one hard thrust.

The sudden fullness pushed me to the brink.

My moans grew louder.

I moved my hips with him, meeting every thrust.

Kyle was clearly pleased by how naturally I responded, and a teasing note entered his voice.

"Such a fast learner, baby."

Even I hadn't expected my body to adjust to him so quickly.

With him buried inside me, we kept repeating the motions of the golf swing as though the lesson had never stopped.

The novelty of my first time, combined with the fear of being discovered, sharpened every sensation.

Together, they drove me into a climax that tore through my entire body.

Kyle came with a rough groan, and I shuddered around him as the last of my strength gave out.

He pulled free with unmistakable satisfaction.

Kyle looked down at the wetness streaking my thighs as though it were proof of a job well done.

I showered in the changing room afterward. When I saw the bruises and hickeys scattered across my skin, my face burned with embarrassment all over again.