Daisy Garcia Would Do Seth Brogan Anything To Join Cheerleader Squad!

Daisy Garcia stumbled into the fortified locker room, her face flushed and heart pounding. She had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, ever since she first arrived at the elite Westfield High. To finally get the chance to meet the legendary Seth Brogan was destiny.

She wiped the beads of sweat from her brow, adjusting her cheerleader uniform as she stepped into the steamy shower. On the other side of the frosted glass wall, truck engine grunts and oohs echoed. But Daisy barely noticed, too lost in her own world.

Seth Brogan was a legend at Westfield High. Stern, powerful, disciplined – the kind of man who could demanding complete obedience at a mere crook of his finger. He held the alternate coach title for the Westfield Thunder Cheer Squad. But everyone knew, especially the girls, that he was the one who made the real decisions.

Daisy had made her flirtations known from day one. Every day she spent endless hours memorizing Cheerleader moves, practicing in front of the mirror until the perfect curl formed on her lips. There was nothing she wouldn’t do, to be a part of such elite squad. Nothing at all.

She stepped under the deluge of hot water, exhaling as steam enveloped her. It was bliss. The murmurs died down, but she knew they were all still there, watching, waiting. She could feel their scrutiny on her heaving bosom. Impossible to resist.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Daisy froze. Through the droplets of water, she made out the large frame of Seth himself, taking up the entire door frame. His intense gaze met hers. Those piercing grey eyes, always so full of discipline and authority.

“Daisy, isn’t it? The new girl eager to make the squad?” he asked, voice thick with promise. She nodded mutely. Her heart thudded in her chest.

He stepped into the shower with her. The steam rising around them felt thick, heavy, electric. He reached out a calloused hand, trailing it over the slick planes of her shoulder and arm. His touch felt like a brand.

“You want it that badly, don’t you?” Seth murmured. “You’ll do anything.”

Daisy shivered. Her mind raced with imagining all the possibilities. On her knees, right here in the shower. Up against the wall. Spread out on the floor for the whole team. Anything. As long as it meant she could prove herself worthy.

She nodded slowly. Up close, his eyes practically glowed with power. “Yes, Coach” she breathed. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He smiled, slow and knowing. Then, with one smooth motion, he unzipped her top. Daisy gasped as cool air rushed over her skin. He pushed the ruined garment off and she let it fall to the wet floor with a splat.

Seth circled her, his calloused hands kneading over every inch of her quivering flesh. He cupped her breasts roughly, rolling the budding nipples between his fingers until she moaned. “Dirty girl” he growled approvingly. “Just like the rest.”

She arched into his touch shamelessly. Her whole body felt like it was Humming. All she could think about was the ache between her legs, how much she craved his touch there too.

But he continued his taunting, his teasing, circling her nipples again and again. Daisy thought she might die from the anticipation. His flesh was hot against hers, almost feverish. She wanted to touch him back, stroke that bulging muscle tenting his signature white uniform bottoms. But she didn’t dare, not without permission.

“Please” she whimpered, finally. “Just do something, anything…”

Seth chuckled darkly. He grasped her thighs in his large palm and hoisted her up, slamming her back against the cool tile wall. Daisy cried out, it felt so good.

Then his thick cock was inside her in one fierce thrust and she wailed. It felt like he was splitting her in half. But she loved it. Wanted more. Needed his strength, his power, his everything.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her again and again, the sounds of their wet flesh slapping together echoing obscenely in the cavernous room. Her nails raked down his straining back and he hissed.

Daisy felt herself climbing higher and higher, her peak right there within reach. When his hand found her clit, squeezing roughly, she finally went flying over the edge. She shook apart, screaming his name into the room. Seth followed a second later with a roar, emptying himself inside her.

They collapsed against each other in the spray, gasping and spent. The groans and grunts of the others fell away, leaving only the rush of the water and the drumming of their hearts.

Later, as Daisy dressed on quivering legs, Seth cornered her again. He held a cheer uniform in his hands. Her name emblazoned on the back. “You did good, Daisy” he praised, “Welcome to the Thunder.” Then his mouth descended on hers in a bruising kiss.

She basked in the burn of his lips, the weight of his authority. Anything. She would do it all again. This is what she was made for. From now on, her life belonged to Coach Brogan. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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