Kayla’s pov

“Marcus we cannot keep teasing like this after the pool I need you to fuck me right now before I lose my mind completely,” I said breathing heavy as we slipped into the empty locker room from the charged pool area.

My body was on fire from all the touching and dirty talk earlier, my pussy soaked and clenching with every step, nipples hard enough to cut through my top.

The coach-athlete line we were crossing made everything feel forbidden and hot as hell.

He locked the door behind us with a click that echoed off the tiles, his muscular forty six year old frame turning to me...