Fifteen minutes was a lie.

I was still lying on the cold tile, legs loosely open, when Coach Hale walked back over and hooked his hands under my knees. He dragged me across the floor until my ass rested against his thighs, then thrust back into my overflowing cunt in one hard stroke. The sudden stretch forced a broken, needy moan out of my throat. My body was so thoroughly used that every inch of him burned and still felt necessary.

“Up,” Rivera ordered from somewhere above me. “We’re not doing the rest of this on the floor.”

Hale pulled out, hauled me to my feet, and walked me backward...