BOOK TWO: CLAIMED BY THE COACH

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC s****l CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. Late Night Training "RILEY'S POV" The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of my own heavy breathing. I was bent over the weight bench, ass pushed high in the air, doing Romanian deadlifts. My tight black leggings clung to my curves like a second skin, and my sports bra barely contained my full breasts. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had been teasing Coach Ronan Hale for months. At twenty-one, I was a filthy little w***e when it came to older men. Especially this one — my older brother’s former coach. Forty-four years old, 6’4”, built like a tank with thick muscle, and intense green eyes that always made my p***y throb. ---------- “Lower your hips more, Riley,” his deep, commanding voice echoed behind me. I obeyed, arching my back deeper and pushing my ass toward him. A second later, his large, calloused hand landed firmly on my right ass cheek, “assisting” my form. The touch sent electricity straight to my c**t. “Like this, Coach?” I asked breathlessly, deliberately pressing back against his palm. Ronan didn’t answer right away. His grip tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. I felt him step closer. Then I felt it — the thick, heavy bulge of his hardening c**k pressing against me through his sweatpants. My p***y clenched hard. He slowly rocked his hips forward, rubbing his massive erection between my ass cheeks, dry-humping me while pretending to correct my posture. The heat of his body against mine was intoxicating. I moaned softly, unable to hide how much I wanted this. Suddenly, without any warning, Ronan hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of my leggings and yanked them down roughly, along with my soaked thong, exposing my bare ass and dripping wet p***y to the cool gym air. I gasped sharply. “Coach...!” “Shut up,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “You’ve been begging for this for months, you little w***e. Parading this tight young cunt in front of me every f*****g day.” He freed his massive c**k. I felt the fat, throbbing head rub up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my juices. Then he slammed into me. One brutal, powerful thrust buried every thick inch of his huge c**k deep inside my p***y. I cried out loudly, gripping the edges of the bench as he stretched me open wider than I’d ever been stretched before. “f**k!” I moaned. “You’re so big...g” Ronan didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my hips with bruising strength and started f*****g me hard, pounding my p***y with deep, savage strokes. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against my c**t filled the empty gym. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he snarled, slamming into me mercilessly. “To be bent over and f****d like a dirty slut by a man old enough to be your father.” “Yes,” I moaned shamelessly, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “I’ve wanted your c**k for so long, Coach. I’m such a w***e for you.” He f****d me even harder, his powerful body dominating mine completely. His thick c**k destroyed my p***y with every brutal thrust, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. After a few minutes, he suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and sat on the bench. He pulled me on top of him, impaling me on his c**k in one smooth motion. “Ride me,” he ordered, gripping my ass with both hands. I started bouncing on his massive d**k like the eager w***e I was, my t**s jiggling wildly as I rode him hard. Ronan thrust up to meet me, driving his c**k even deeper. “f**k, your p***y is gripping me so tight,” he groaned, slapping my ass hard. “Such a greedy little cunt.” He suddenly stood up, still buried inside me, and carried me over to the mirrored wall. He pressed my back against it and f****d me standing up, one of my legs hooked over his arm as he pounded me senseless. “Look at yourself,” he demanded, forcing me to watch in the mirror. “Watch how well you take this old man’s cock.” The sight was obscene — my young body being destroyed by this powerful 44-year-old man. My face was flushed, mouth open in constant moans, t**s bouncing as he railed me. I came hard, screaming as my p***y clenched violently around him. Ronan didn’t stop. He carried me to the large floor mats, laid me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and folded me in half. In this position he f****d me even deeper, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my ass as he destroyed my cunt. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, choking me lightly with one hand while pounding me mercilessly. “Gonna pump this young w***e p***y full of my cum.” I came again, shaking and crying out as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. Ronan roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding my womb with thick, hot ropes of c*m. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside me until it started leaking out around his c**k. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily. Then he leaned down and kissed me possessively, biting my lower lip. “You’re mine now, Riley,” he said darkly. “My personal little w***e. And we’re not leaving this gym until I’ve used every hole.”