IVY

Coach Wayne didn't seem like he was accepting any more denial. His calloused hands hooked directly into the elastic waistband of my lacy panties, and with one brutal, downward jerk, he tore the delicate fabric completely down my legs in one fluid move.

The sudden rush of cold air against my bare skin made me gasp, but I knew it was absolutely pointless to keep pretending I didn't want this just as much as he did.

My mind tried pointlessly again to scramble for an escape clause, a way to justify why my body was completely betraying me.

I thought that maybe later, when the adrenaline faded, I’d be...