One evening, after a grueling practice session, the scent of freshly cut grass and sweat still clinging to him, Reilly Myles saunters into O’Malley’s, a local pub that has become his second home. He’s not much for fancy cocktails or crowded dance floors, preferring the comfort of a good pint and a quiet conversation. The bar’s wooden interior, with its worn-in charm and memorabilia from past soccer matches, whispers of his own history. He takes his usual spot at the bar, nods to the bartender, and orders his favorite craft ale. A quick glance around the room reveals the familiar faces of regulars, some of whom he’s known since his college days.
Reilly’s mind wanders back to the practice session, replaying moments where his team’s strategy fell short. He makes a mental note to adjust their defense for the upcoming game. Lost in thought, he doesn’t notice the woman approaching until she’s standing right beside him.
“Is this seat taken?” she asks, gesturing to the empty stool next to him. Her voice has a slight accent, South American perhaps, and there’s a warmth to it that catches his attention.
Reilly looks up, his dark brown eyes meeting hers, and gives her a smile. “Not at all. Please, have a seat.”
“Gracias,” she replies, her dark hair catching the dim light of the bar as she sits down. She signals the bartender and orders a light beer.
Reilly can’t help but notice her. She’s attractive, probably in her early 40s, with an oval-shaped face, a slight overbite, and a nose that turns up just a bit at the end. There’s something about her that draws him in, beyond just her physical appearance.
“New around here?” he asks, making conversation.
“Not exactly new,” she responds with a slight smile. “I’ve lived in the suburbs for about 15 years. But I haven’t been to this pub before. A friend recommended it.”
“Ah, well, you’ve come to the right place,” Reilly says, taking a sip of his ale. “Best beer selection in town, and the food’s not bad either.”
They fall into an easy conversation, exchanging small talk about the area and their jobs. She mentions she works in marketing, and he shares that he coaches a college soccer team. As they talk, Reilly finds himself becoming more and more intrigued by her. There’s a confidence and intelligence about her that he finds incredibly attractive.
As the evening wears on, Reilly learns more about her. Her name is Millie, and she moved here from Buenos Aires in her late 20s. She’s been through a divorce, which left her a bit jaded, but she’s working on rebuilding her life. There’s a vulnerability there that Reilly finds endearing.
“So, you said you coach soccer,” Millie says, leaning in slightly. “Any teams I might have heard of?”
Reilly chuckles. “Well, my current team isn’t exactly making headlines, but I did play in college. Had a pretty decent run, if I do say so myself.”
“Really?” Millie raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “I don’t follow soccer much, but I’ve heard stories about some of the college teams around here.”
“Stories, huh?” Reilly grins. “Care to share which ones you’ve heard?”
Millie pauses, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Well, there are rumors about a certain coach with a rather impressive… attribute. But I’m sure those are just that—rumors.”
Reilly feels a flush creep up his neck. He knows exactly which rumors she’s referring to. Over the years, there have been whispers about his size, some of his past girlfriends not being very discreet.
“Ah, those stories tend to get exaggerated,” he says, trying to sound casual. “But I guess it’s not the worst thing to be known for.”
Millie laughs, a warm, genuine sound that puts Reilly at ease. “I suppose not. Though I imagine it can be a bit daunting at times.”
Their conversation flows easily from there, touching on everything from their jobs to their families, to their shared love of good food and drink. Reilly finds himself opening up to her in a way he hasn’t with many women before. There’s something about Millie that just draws him in.
As the night wears on, Reilly becomes increasingly aware of the attraction between them. He can feel the tension building, the unspoken desire that hangs in the air whenever their eyes meet. He’s not sure if it’s the beer talking or just the undeniable chemistry between them, but he finds himself wanting to know more about her, to explore this connection further.
“Would you like another drink?” he asks, noticing her glass is almost empty.
Millie glances at her watch. “I should probably be getting home. Early meeting tomorrow.”
Reilly nods understandingly, but there’s a pang of disappointment. “Of course. It was great talking with you, Millie.”
She smiles warmly. “Likewise. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”
Reilly returns her smile. “I’d like that.”
As Millie gets up to leave, Reilly can’t help but admire her. She’s not overly flashy or trying to be someone she’s not. She carries herself with a quiet confidence that he finds incredibly sexy “Hey,” he calls out as she’s about to walk away. “If you’re interested, my team has a game this weekend. You should come check it out.”
Millie turns back, a look of surprise on her face. “Really? I mean, I’m not much of a soccer fan, but I might enjoy it.”
“Great,” Reilly says, pulling out a business card and scribbling some information on the back. “Here’s the details. And if you come, stick around after. I’d love for you to meet some of the players. Especially our star defender, Ana March. She’s quite something on the field.”
Millie freezes at the name, her expression changing to one of shock.
“Ana March?” she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.
Reilly notices the change in her demeanor. “Do you know her?”
Millie takes a deep breath, composing herself. “Yes, actually. She’s my ex-husband’s daughter. I was her step-mother for a few years.”
Reilly’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wow, small world. I had no idea.”
Millie takes the card from him, her fingers brushing against his hand. “I’ll definitely try to make it to the game. It’ll be interesting to see Ana play. And to meet her coach.”
As Millie walks out of the bar, Reilly can’t shake off the feeling that this chance encounter might lead to something more. The connection he felt with Millie goes beyond a simple attraction—it’s as if they’ve known each other for years, not just minutes.
Over the next few days, Reilly finds himself thinking about Millie more than he expected. Their conversation at the bar keeps replaying in his mind, and he can’t help but wonder if their paths will cross again. He considers texting her, but something holds him back. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, especially given the unexpected connection to Ana.
As the day of the game approaches, Reilly focuses his energy on preparing his team. Despite his professional obligations, he can’t deny the spark of excitement at the possibility of seeing Millie again. He pushes the thought to the back of his mind, knowing he needs to keep his priorities straight.
On game day, as Reilly is setting up the field, he spots Millie in the stands. His heart skips a beat as their eyes meet. She gives him a warm smile and a small wave. Reilly returns the gesture, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As the game progresses, Reilly occasionally glances up at Millie, noticing how intently she watches the game, especially when Ana is on the field. There’s a look of pride and something else—maybe nostalgia—in her eyes whenever Ana makes a play.
After the game, which they win thanks in large part to Ana’s defensive skills, Reilly makes his way to where Millie is sitting.
“Glad you could make it,” he says, slightly out of breath from the excitement of the game.
“It was a great game,” Millie replies, standing up to greet him. “Ana is incredibly talented. I had no idea she was so good.”
Reilly beams with pride, both for his player and at Millie’s praise. “She’s one of the best I’ve ever coached. Reminds me of myself when I was younger, actually.”
Millie raises an eyebrow teasingly. “Oh really? That confident, huh?”
Reilly laughs. “Hey, when you’ve got skills, you’ve got to own them, right?”
Millie’s eyes sparkle with amusement. “I suppose so. Before Reilly can respond, he hears Ana’s voice behind him.
“Coach? You wanted to see me?”
Reilly turns to see Ana approaching, her soccer gear still on, sweat glistening on her brow. She looks curiously at Millie, not quite placing her at first.
“Ana, I’d like you to meet someone,” Reilly says, motioning towards Millie. “This is Millie Castillo. We met the other day, and she came to see you play.”
Ana’s eyes widen in recognition. “Millie? Oh my god, it’s been ages!”
Millie steps forward, opening her arms for a hug. “Ana, you’ve grown up so much. You look wonderful, sweetie.”
As they embrace, Reilly watches the exchange with a mix of curiosity and amusement. It’s clear there’s a history there, though it seems complicated.
After they pull apart, Ana looks a bit flustered. “I had no idea you knew Coach Reilly.”
Millie laughs lightly. “It’s a small world, isn’t it? We met by chance at a bar the other night. He had no idea who I was until he mentioned your name.”
Ana glances at Reilly, then back to Millie. “Well, I’m glad you came. It’s great to see you again, Millie.”
The interaction is a bit awkward, but there’s an underlying warmth that Reilly picks up on. It’s obvious that despite whatever happened between Millie and Ana’s father, there’s no bad blood between Millie and Ana herself.
As they talk, Reilly learns more about their history. Millie was married to Ana’s father, Alan, for about five years when Ana was not quite a teenager. They divorced amicably, but Millie had largely fallen out of touch with Ana after the split.
Ana, for her part, seems genuinely happy to reconnect with Millie. Reilly can see the excitement in her eyes as they reminisce about old times.
“It’s so good to see you, Millie,” Ana says sincerely. “I’ve thought about you a lot over the years. I’m sorry we lost touch after the divorce.”
Millie’s expression softens. “Me too, sweetie. Your father and I… well, it didn’t work out between us, but that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you. You were always such a bright light in my life.”
Reilly, feeling like a third wheel in this reunion, decides to give them some space. “You know what? Why don’t I let you two catch up? Millie, it was great seeing you again. Ana, we can discuss strategies for the next game tomorrow at practice, okay?”
“Thanks, Coach,” Ana says, distracted, as she and Millie sit down on the bleachers.
As Reilly walks away, he can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Not towards Ana and Millie’s reconnection, but at the easy way they interact with each other. He finds himself wishing he could be part of that warmth, that history.
Over the next few days, Reilly notices that Ana seems a bit distracted during practices. She’s still performing well on the field, but there’s something on her mind. One day, after practice, he decides to ask her about it.
“Ana, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asks as the other players are leaving the field.
“Sure, Coach. What’s up?” Ana asks, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.
Reilly leans against the goalpost, his arms crossed. “You’ve seemed a bit off lately. Everything okay?”
Ana sighs, looking down at her cleats. “It’s nothing big, Coach. Just some personal stuff. I’ll be fine.”
Reilly nods understandingly. “If you ever need to talk, my door is open. You know that, right?”
Ana looks up, surprise evident on her face. “Thanks, Coach. That means a lot.”
There’s a moment of silence between them before Ana speaks up again.
“Actually, Coach, can I ask you something?” she says hesitantly.
“Sure, what is it?”
“It’s about Millie. You’ve been seeing her, right?” There’s an unmistakable edge of jealousy in her voice.
Reilly is taken aback by the question. He hadn’t realized Ana was aware of his growing relationship with Millie, or that she seemed to care so much.
“I have, yes. We’ve gone out a few times. Why do you ask?”
Ana fidgets with the hem of her jersey, avoiding Reilly’s gaze. “I was just wondering… how are things going between you two?”
Reilly raises an eyebrow, curious about Ana’s sudden interest. “They’re going well, I think.
I can’t say that we’re on the road to a serious relationship just yet, but we’re having fun when we’re together.” He can’t help but notice the slight disappointment that flashes across Ana’s face at his words.
“Oh,” she says softly. “That’s good. I’m happy for you both.”
Ana can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She’s not sure if she’s jealous of Millie for getting Reilly’s attention, or of Reilly for getting to spend time with Millie. Maybe it’s both. Ever since she’d heard the rumors about her coach’s impressive member, she’s wondered what it would be like to be with him. And at the same time, she’s always had a bit of a crush on Millie, even back when they were family. The thought of them together, of Millie experiencing what she can only dream of, is almost too much to bear.
Reilly, oblivious to Ana’s internal struggle, smiles warmly at her. “Thanks, Ana. That means a lot. And don’t worry, whatever is going on with you and Millie, I’m sure you two will work it out. You seem to care about each other a lot.”
Ana looks up, surprised. “Oh, you think Millie… cares about me?”
Reilly nods. “Of course she does. It was clear in the way she talked about you, even before she knew you were my player. She spoke very highly of you.”
Ana feels a warmth spread through her chest at Reilly’s words. The thought that Millie still cares about her, after all these years, is comforting. She realizes that part of her jealousy stems from a fear that Millie had forgotten about her, that their bond had been lost in the aftermath of the divorce.
“Thanks, Coach,” she says, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. “Just talking about this with you… it helps. A lot.”
Reilly gives her a gentle smile. “Anytime, Ana. That’s what I’m here for.”
Ana, on impulse, steps forward and gives Reilly a hug. As her body presses against his, she can’t help but notice how firm his chest is, how safe she feels in his arms. And as they embrace, she feels something else—something unmistakable pressing against her lower torso.
Oh my god, Ana thinks, her face flushing with heat. The rumors are true. Coach’s dick is huge.
Reilly, seemingly oblivious to Ana’s discovery, pats her gently on the back before pulling away. “You’re a great player, Ana. And an even better person. Don’t ever forget that.”
Ana nods, still feeling the imprint of Reilly’s body against hers. “Thanks, Coach. I won’t.”
Over the next few days, Ana finds herself growing closer to both Reilly and Millie, but in very different ways. With Reilly, their relationship remains strictly professional, albeit with a newfound layer of personal connection. She looks forward to their post-practice chats, where they discuss not just soccer strategies, but life in general.
With Millie, things are more complicated. They’ve started meeting for coffee every weekend, catching up on lost time. Ana learns about Millie’s career,
her travels, her interests. And each time they meet, Ana can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more she wants from Millie—a connection she can’t quite put into words.
Ana has never been with a woman before. She’s had boyfriends, has experienced the pleasure of a cock inside her, but the thought of being with Millie awakens something new and exciting within her. She finds herself wondering what it would be like to kiss those full lips, to feel Millie’s hands on her body, to taste her.
At the same time, her interactions with Reilly continue to fuel her fantasies about him. She catches herself staring at the bulge in his shorts during practice, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside her, to please him in ways she’s only dreamt of.
As these feelings intensify, Ana begins to feel conflicted. She cares about both Reilly and Millie deeply, but in such different ways. And she knows that acting on either of these desires could complicate things in ways she can’t even imagine.
Meanwhile, Millie is dealing with feelings of her own. As she and Reilly grow closer, she finds herself increasingly attracted to him—not just to his charming personality and good looks, but to the rumors she’s heard about his impressive endowment. She’s curious, eager to find out if the stories are true.
After a few weeks of dating, Millie decides it’s time to take things to the next level. She invites Reilly over to her place for dinner, planning to seduce him after they eat.
“I was thinking we could cook together tonight,” she says over the phone, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. “Nothing fancy, just a nice evening in.”
Reilly agrees, and Millie spends the rest of the day in a flurry of preparation. She buys the freshest ingredients, sets the mood with soft lighting and music, and even dons a new lingerie set underneath her casual clothes—just in case.
When Reilly arrives, Millie’s nerves briefly get the better of her. But as soon as she sees his warm smile, all her doubts fade away. They cook together, laughing and talking as they prepare the meal. The chemistry between them is palpable, and Millie can feel the sexual tension building with every passing minute.
As they sit down to eat, Millie makes sure to ‘accidentally’ brush her hand against Reilly’s thigh, gauging his reaction. His sharp intake of breath tells her everything she needs to know—he’s just as affected by their closeness as she is.
After dinner, they move to the couch, where Millie positions herself strategically close to Reilly. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell his cologne mingling with the scent of the meal they just shared.
“Reilly,” she says softly, looking into his eyes. “I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you lately. You make me feel… alive in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.”
Reilly meets her gaze, his expression serious. “Millie, I feel the same way about you. You’re an incredible woman.”
Emboldened by his words, Millie decides to make her move. She leans in, her lips barely brushing against his as she speaks.
“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” she murmurs, her hand trailing down his chest.
Reilly doesn’t need any further encouragement. In one swift motion, he pulls Millie onto his lap, kissing her deeply. Millie moans into the kiss, feeling Reilly’s impressive length hardening beneath her.
As they break apart for air, Millie’s hand moves to the button of Reilly’s pants, her fingers nimble with anticipation. As she pulls his zipper down, she can see the head of his cock poking out from his underwear, already glistening with precum.
“Oh my god,” she breathes, her eyes widening as she frees his shaft. It’s not big—it’s huge. At least ten inches long and thick as a soda can, Reilly’s cock is everything the rumors promised and more.
Millie can’t resist any longer. She sinks to her knees between Reilly’s legs, looking up at him with a mixture of lust and awe in her eyes. Without a word, she takes his monstrous cock in her hand, marveling at its girth and length.
Reilly groans as Millie’s warm breath washes over his sensitive flesh. He watches, entranced, as she licks her lips in anticipation before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
The sensation is overwhelming. Millie works him with her mouth and hand, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head on each upstroke. Reilly threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her gently, his hips bucking slightly as pleasure courses through his body.
But Millie isn’t content to just give head. She wants—needs—to feel Reilly inside her. With a pop, she releases his cock from her mouth, looking up at him with pure lust in her eyes.
“Fuck me, Reilly,” she demands, her voice husky with desire. “I need to feel that big dick of yours stretching me out. Make me cum all over it.” Reilly doesn’t need to be told twice. He stands, pulling Millie up with him, their mouths crashing together in a passionate kiss. Reilly’s hands are everywhere, undoing the buttons of Millie’s blouse and pulling down the cups of her new bra to free her breasts.
He palms them roughly, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from Millie’s lips. When he pinches and twists them, she cries out, the pleasure-pain sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.
“More,” she gasps against his lips, arching her back to press more of herself into his hands. “Reilly, I want more.”
Obliging her request, Reilly trails his mouth down her neck, pausing to suck and nip at her collarbone before continuing his journey south. Millie’s breath comes in short pants, her body trembling with anticipation as Reilly’s mouth nears her breasts.
When he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, Millie cries out, her hands clutching at his hair. He sucks and licks, alternating between gentle caresses and rough bites, sending waves of pleasure through her body. They’re not going to make it to her bedroom. The living room will have to do. He continues to suck and lick his way toward her pussy.
Reilly’s hands move to Millie’s pants, unbuttoning them swiftly and pulling them down along with her panties. Millie steps out of them, now completely naked save for her high heels, which she makes no move to remove.
Reilly looks down at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. Her curves are accentuated by the soft light of the room, her skin glowing with a warm sheen of sweat. Millie stands before him, unashamed and proud, her eyes challenging him to take her.
And take her he does. Reilly lifts Millie easily, settling her onto the arm of her couch. He positions himself between her legs, using his fingers to spread her lower lips, exposing her glistening pussy to his gaze.
“Oh fuck, Reilly,” Millie breathes, her hips canting upward instinctively. “Please, I need you inside me. Now.”
But Reilly has other plans. “Not yet, my dear,” he murmurs, looking up to meet her gaze. “I’m going to taste you first. I want that pussy dripping all over my face before I fuck you.”
Millie moans at his words, her body arching in anticipation. She watches as Reilly lowers his head, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
The first touch of his tongue against her clit is electrifying. Millie cries out, her fists clutching the fabric of the couch as Reilly begins to eat her with abandon. He licks and sucks, his tongue working magic on her swollen clit, two fingers sliding into her dripping pussy.
“Oh god, Reilly!” Millie cries out, unable to contain her pleasure. “That feels so good. Don’t stop!”
Reilly hums against her core, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through Millie’s body. He curls his fingers inside her, stroking that perfect spot as his tongue continues its relentless assault on her clit.
Millie’s orgasm builds quickly, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She looks down, the sight of Reilly between her legs, his face glistening with her juices, sending her tumbling over the edge.
“Reilly, I’m coming!” she cries out, her back arching off the couch arm as waves of pleasure course through her body. Reilly continues to lick and finger her through her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
As Millie comes down from her orgasmic high, she’s surprised to feel Reilly slip a finger into her ass as he continues to flick at her overstimulated clit with his tongue. The dual sensations make her cry out, pleasure mixed with a hint of pain coursing through her body.
“Reilly!” she gasps, her hands gripping his hair tightly. “What are you… oh fuck, that feels good!”
Encouraged by her response, Reilly adds another finger to her ass, gently stretching her as he continues to work her clit with his mouth and fingers. Millie writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations but greedy for more.
“Please, Reilly,” she begs, her voice shaky with desire. “I want your cock. I need it now.”
Reilly lifts his head, meeting her gaze with lust-darkened eyes. “Are you sure you can take it, Millie? It’s not going to be easy.”
Millie nods eagerly, her pussy clenching around his fingers at the thought. “I was born to take that cock, Reilly. Now give it to me.”
With a smirk, Reilly removes his fingers from her ass and pussy, using her juices to lubricate his shaft.
Standing, he quickly removes the rest of his clothes, his massive cock jutting out from his body. He helps Millie up from the couch arm and spins her around, bending her over it. Her feet are planted on the floor while her upper body rests on the couch cushions.
“Is this okay?” he asks, positioning himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. Millie looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and excitement. She wiggles her ass slightly, causing the tip of his dick to slide between her cheeks tantalizingly.
“It’s more than okay,” she replies, her voice husky. “Now fuck me like you mean it, Coach Myles.”
Reilly chuckles, then slaps her ass playfully. “Your wish is my command,” he says, before pressing forward, slowly but firmly pushing his cock into Millie’s waiting pussy.
Millie gasps at the stretch, her body adjusting to Reilly’s girth inch by glorious inch. “Oh fuck, you’re so big,” she moans, her fists clenching the couch cushions. “It feels amazing.”
Reilly pauses, allowing Millie a moment to adjust. When she pushes back against him, seeking more of his cock, he obliges, sliding in deeper until he’s fully seated inside her.
“My God,” Millie breathes, feeling fuller than she ever has before. “You’re so deep inside me, Reilly. I can feel you in my throat.”
Reilly grins at her reaction. “Just wait,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting back in. “I haven’t even started fucking you yet. And when I do, you’ll feel me in your soul.”
Millie whimpers at his words, the promise of what’s to come sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. She pushes back against him, urging him to move.
Reilly sets a slow, deep rhythm at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making sure Millie feels every inch of him. Millie moans with each thrust, her pussy gripping him tightly, already on the edge of another orgasm.
As he picks up the pace, the sound of their flesh slapping together fills the room, mingling with Millie’s cries of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you, Millie?” Reilly growls, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You like being fucked hard and deep?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Millie chants, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. “Don’t stop, Reilly. Please don’t stop.”
Reilly has no intention of stopping. He’s lost in the sensation of Millie’s tight pussy clenching around him, the sounds of her pleasure driving him wild. He increases his pace, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum again,” Millie cries out, her body tensing.
“You’re going to make me squirt, Reilly,” she moans. “I’ve never… oh fuck, don’t stop!”
“Do it,” Reilly growls, feeling his own orgasm approaching. “Squirt all over my cock, Millie. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your tight little ass.”
His words push Millie over the edge. With a scream, she cums hard, her pussy clamping down on Reilly’s cock as a gush of fluid spurts out, soaking the couch beneath her and Reilly’s balls.
“Fuck,” Reilly hisses, feeling her juices running down his shaft. He pulls out of her soaking pussy, using some of her squirt to lubricate his cock as he rubs the head against her tight asshole. “Are you ready for more, Millie?”
Millie, still recovering from her intense orgasm, can only nod weakly. She feels Reilly’s cock leave her pussy and press against her ass, the tip catching on her tight ring of muscles.
“Relax,” he murmurs, pushing forward slowly. Millie does her best to relax, focusing on her breathing as Reilly’s cock begins to stretch her asshole.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps as the head of his dick pops into her ass. “You’re so big, Reilly.”
Reilly stills, giving her a moment to adjust. “You okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Millie nods, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah,” she says, wiggling her ass slightly. “Keep going. I want all of it.”
Reilly doesn’t need to be asked twice. He continues to push forward, inch by delicious inch, until he’s fully buried in Millie’s ass. He pauses then, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of his cock filling her completely.
“All good?” he asks, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her lower back.
“More than good,” Millie replies, a breathless laugh escaping her. “Now fuck my ass like you mean it, Reilly.”
With a low growl, Reilly pulls back before thrusting forward, setting a slow but deep rhythm. Millie moans with each stroke, the sensation of his cock moving in her ass indescribable.
As Reilly picks up the pace, his thrusts become more powerful, his balls slapping against Millie’s soaked pussy with each stroke.
“Oh god, it’s so much,” Millie gasps, her fists clenching and unclenching against the couch. “I can’t… I’m going to… oh fuck!”
Her words end in a scream as another orgasm crashes over her, her ass clenching tightly around Reilly’s cock, milking him as she cums hard.
Feeling her ass spasm around him, Reilly knows he’s close.
“Fuck, Millie,” he growls, his pace becoming almost frantic. “I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”
Millie, still riding the waves of her own orgasm, can barely form words. “Inside me,” she manages to gasp. “Cum in my ass, Reilly. Please.”
Her plea sends Reilly over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep in Millie’s ass, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his hot cum. Millie cries out at the sensation, her body shaking with the force of their combined orgasms.
They stay like that for a long moment, both lost in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. Finally, Reilly pulls out slowly, his cum dripping from Millie’s well-fucked ass.
Millie collapses onto the couch, her body spent but thoroughly satisfied. She looks over at Reilly, who’s standing beside her, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“That was fucking incredible,” she says, a satisfied smile on her face.
Reilly returns her smile, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “You’re incredible, Millie,” he murmurs against her lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
Millie reaches up, cupping his face in her hand. “I’ve wanted you too, Reilly. And I have to say, the rumors about your dick don’t do it justice.”
Reilly laughs, the sound filling the room. “I’m glad you approve,” he says, nipping gently at her lower lip. “Because I plan on fucking you often.”
Millie’s eyes darken with desire at his words. “I look forward to it, Coach Myles,” she purrs, pulling him down for another deep kiss.
As they kiss, neither of them notices the figure standing outside the living room window, having witnessed the entire scene. Ana’s eyes are wide with shock and something else… desire, as she watches the woman who was briefly her step-mother and her soccer coach in a compromising position.