“You are my husband, Coach.” Her voice catches as I shove a little deeper. Right to the entrance of her womb. “Married you by accident, but I would have chosen you every time, in every life. I do choose you, tonight and every night.”
I curve around her, closing us into a private, tight little universe of two people. Nothing else matters.
I waited half my life for this woman, and now I’m inside her, making upfor lost time.
“Yes, husband. Just like that.” Her voice swirls around me.
I yank the top of her sundress down, revealing a delicate, barely there bra. Her nipples strain at me through the fabric, and I duck my head, pulling one of the taut peaks into my mouth, then the other, sucking at her flesh until she’s moaning so loud it’s bouncing off the walls.
She tugs at my shirt, wanting it off me.
I squeeze her tits, then work my fingers into the bra cups, freeing her soft, bouncing flesh.
Together, we get as skin to skin as we can without interrupting our desperate coupling, and then we slam back together. Her tits brush my chest, her ass jiggling in my hands as she rides my dick, her pussy hot and tight around me.
“Gotta plant my seed deep so it doesn’t slide down your thighs in this meeting,” I growl. “Since you’re a bad girl who left her panties somewhere else.”
“Didn’t know I needed them,” she pants.
“You fucking don’t. I want you to feel my cum between your legs as you tell them that you’re my wife.”
She sucks in a broken moan and I lean in more, bending her backward, shoving everything else off my desk so I can lay her out.
“Fucking hell, Molly, the things I wanted to do to you in this sundress earlier.” I yank my cock out of her and shove her thighs up to her ears so Ican take a hungry lick of her slit. “One day, baby. One day, I’m having you on the outfield.”
Another moan, this one lustier, and I know she’s close. I climb on top of her and sink balls deep, not pulling out again, just staying deep as I rut on top of my wife, as I grind against her perfect little clit and her soft, sweet pussy.
“Breed your wife,” she whispers. “I want to be pregnant for the rest of the season.”
And then she’s coming, a tight squeeze around my cock, and I’m a goner. With a howl, I snap my hips, thrusting furiously as I pour everything I am into her eager little cunt.
CHAPTER 24
MOLLY
September
It becomes an open secret that the coach is married to the PR girl. We don’t confirm it. I stretch out the “updates” to my story on social media all summer long, adding extra details and doubling back, never confirming that we actuallydidget married.
But fans take on the challenge, looking up the marriage license. Legal experts weigh in on how this could happen by accident. Stories of other accidental weddings emerge.
It’s a whole thing.
Once the team realizes that Jeff and I are the real deal and we aren’t looking to embarrass the organization, they’re fully on board.
We don’t tell them about the positive pregnancy test.
Being tall, I have the advantage of a long torso and a curvy tummy to begin with.
So until this morning, I didn’tlookpregnant, unless you’re my husband and you’re looking at my tummy up close.
Up close, I definitely have a firm little bump that I didn’t have three months ago.
But today, on a day when we’re doing a bigger than usual media availability after an afternoon game, because we have a hot young pitcher who is on a wild winning streak… today, I suddenly look undeniably pregnant.
There’s only one solution.
I wear high heels, cute capris that show off my legs, and Jeff’s jersey.
