COACH

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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗Coach Bradford is a freak for you.MILF energy

Your lame husband had been on you to get your son more playing time in the games and not on the bench, better spots on the field... you get the idea. Too bad that he only showed up to games and not once offered to actually help out with his practices. Bradford had stepped in to coach the team after an altercation between the former coach had left the whole baseball team stuck. Well, after eyeing him and his ring finger, you sure hoped that the he was single.... after the plan you had in mind.

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"Come in" Tim called out from the other side of his door, head burried in papers.

He looked up at you once he heard your heels clicking against the tile floor. Tim couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your sudden appearance, lips curved in a smirk of amusement meanwhile his eyes sizing up your form.

You were definitely not who he was expecting to come knocking at his door but he was more than happy that it was. Tim had seen you in the stands since he started coaching the team but up close you were... somehow hotter.

"Hi coach Bradford" you grinned ear to ear, extending an arm to shake his hand "sorry to bother, I just wanted to talk to you about something".

Tim pushed away whatever he was doing earlier to give you his full attention, gesturing to the chair across from him to which you oblige.

"Is something bothering you? I'm here to solve it if there is Mrs. L/n" Tim replied. You internally roll your eyes at the thought of your husbands last name being said as it was your own, after all.

Tim's hands folded on top of his desk. You let out a soft sigh, looking down at the ground like you were in a pitiful position. This man was too hot to be playing mind games with, but maybe you could get something out of it too.

"Actually there is something bothering me" you heaved.

"Go on, you can talk to me" he leaned in, a look of concern on his face. You can't help but look up at coach Bradford once he says those words, doe eyes working your magic on him.

"Well... it's just that my son hasn't been getting much playing time, most games he's on the bench. My husband hasn't been happy about that. I know my son is very talented, I watch every practice" you coax.

"I see" Tim rubbed his finger over his lips, getting lost in your words.

Tim already knows about your husband, how the hell do you put up with that. He's already had to turn down multiple offers that your husband has bribed him with, knowing he's a rather new coach.

Tim also knows that you've attended every practice and game because he's been more distracted by you than actually focused on the game.

The sight of you was too enticing not to look at. Pouty lips paired with hips that filled out your jeans...

Sometimes he would put your son in the game just to see you jump up and cheer, watching your tits bounce like a damn pervert.

"Okay, so what would you like me to do exactly?" he leaned in closer, urging you to come out and say exactly what he was waiting for.

"Well i was wondering if you could give my son a chance... i think he deserves a better spot on the team" your lips curve into a small smile before you continue.

Tim grinned at you, leaning back and folding his thick arms that make you glance down at them before making eye contact with him again.

"Is that right? are you implying you want me to put your son in the spotlight? You know recruiters will be watching these last few games?" he directed. Tim had heard the same speech from your husband so many times already, but coming from your pretty lips it took him by surprise.

"maybe" you tease, tilting your head to the side. Watching him rub the stubble on his jaw, looking at your enticing eyes.

"and if a recruiter asks about him?" he went on, pushing his boundaries a little.

"Coach Bradford-" you put a hand over your heart and nodded.

"Alright, that might cost you though. I don't usually give out special treatment to any of the boys, I try to be a fair man. But for you-" he stopped and sized up your figure once more, looking at you like he was starving for a taste.

"-For you I can make a special exception" he finished.

His eyes roam all over you with very known intentions before stopping at the diamond ring on your finger. He could easily get a bigger rock for you, like you deserve.

"You give me what i want and we've got a deal. Does that sound good honey?"

"Mhm" you grinned.

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"Coach Bradford?" a young boys voice called out from outside.

Thankfully the door was locked or whoever was behind that door would've gotten a good look of you bent over his desk with Tim pounding you like his life depended on it. He'd been eyeing you for so long and you landed in his hands so easily, how could he say no?

Tim leaned closer to you, his chest pressed to your back while he covered your mouth with a firm grip.

"I need you to keep quiet okay? One sound and our deal is off" he slowed his pace down a bit to silence any skin slapping that could be heard from outside. You sucked in a breath and bit down on your tongue good and hard.

"I'm busy right now, if no one is hurt then it can wait" he yelled to the boy outside while his eyes focused on how your wet pussy was swallowing his length.

The shadow behind the door disappeared and footsteps leave down the hall. Tim groaned and removed his hand off your mouth. His hips snapped over and over against your ass making your eyes roll back, drooling all over his desk.

He held onto your waist so tightly that you're sure you'd have bruises the next day. Did you fully want this before you went into his office today? Hell yes you did.

"Damn, taking my cock so good just for your son to be the star? That's what you want, huh?" he spat, slapping your ass.

You nod desperately, that's all you can do when you're getting ruthlessly fucked. You hadn't seen this type of action once in your marriage, and maybe that's why you were considering divorce right about now.

Little to your knowledge, Tim hadn't slept with anyone in quite a while thanks to his busy schedule. Many of the players single moms loved to flirt endlessly with him, but they were never you.

The small room was filled with moans and sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. A whine slipped past your lips and you clenched around him once you feel that longing feeling.

Tim groaned, feeling you tighten around him, his cock twitching inside you.

"Fuck baby you feel so good" his hand slipped past your waist to brush against your clit. Every nerve in your body had come alive, pushing you so close to the edge.

"Tim please" you squeal, gripping against the papers on his desk. He insisted you call him by his first name since he liked hearing that echo from your lips.

"Where do you want it? Let me fill you up? Have you guessing who got you pregnant?" he groaned.

"Fuck yes please" your body shuddered before you finally let go and came all over his cock.

Tim felt your walls pulsing against his length, letting his hot cum fill you deep from the sensation. He stayed in place for a few seconds as you both caught your breath.

His eyes watch his seed drip out of you and down your inner thigh. Licking his lips he bent down, taking two fingers and collects the remains, stuffing it back inside you.

"I'll see you next practice yea?" he panted.