Christ.The new angle had me buried so deep I saw stars.
I fucked her harder, my name tearing from her throat, nails clawing for purchase on the wood as she trembled beneath me.
“Unbutton the jersey,” I growled. “I want to see your tits.”
Her shaky fingers fumbled with the buttons, managing only two before I lost patience. I reached around her, tugging the fabric apart, dragging her bra down until her tits spilled free into my hands.
“That’s it,” I snarled, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples before I gave them a rough squeeze. “Want to watch them bounce while I fuck you.”
I pulled back and drove into her again, harder this time, angling my thrusts so every snap of my hips had her tits joltingwith the movement. The sight wrecked me—her head thrown back, jersey hanging open, her breasts bouncing in time with the brutal pace I set.
“Harder.” She gasped, and I obliged, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “I want more.”
“Fuck, look at you, Dani. Begging for my cock.”
Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans climbing higher, sharper, until she was nothing but sound and heat under me. Sweat dripped down my spine, my cock throbbing inside her, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m right there, kitten,” I ground out. “Do you want me to fill you up? Make you walk out of my office dripping with my cum?”
She whimpered, clutching at me, her nails raking down my arms.
“Or . . .” I pulled almost all the way out, forcing a choked cry from her. “. . . I could pull out and cover you in it. Mark you up so every inch of you knows you’re mine. Do you want that, kitten? Want me to come all over your pretty body?”
I slammed back in, hard enough to rattle the desk. “Yes! Fuck, yes, Brooks, I want it.”
Works for me.
I snapped my hips harder, faster, until finally, she shattered beneath me, screaming my name, her whole body clamping down around me. The sound of her coming, wild and undone, ripped the last thread of control from me.
I yanked free at the last second, stroking once, twice before spilling across her rounded belly and tits, streaking the open jersey with my release. The sight destroyed me—my name on her back, my cum glistening on her skin.
It wasn’t enough.
Still groaning, I shoved back inside her, burying myself to the hilt, desperate to feel every aftershock of her orgasm. Her cuntspasmed around me, hot and pulsing, milking me even as I emptied the last of myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, Dani, I swear to God, I’ll never get enough of you.”
She whimpered, soft and spent, and I gentled my pace, rocking into her instead of pounding, one hand smoothing down her hair, the other gripping her thigh possessively. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers, swallowing her breathless moans.
“Don’t move,” I rasped against her lips, my voice guttural. “Not until I’m good and ready to pull out of this sweet, little cunt.”
She whimpered, half-laugh, half-sob, but didn’t move an inch.
Because she knew I meant it.
She slumped back with a soft, breathless laugh. “Happy Father’s Day, Brooks.”
I kissed her again, still buried deep inside her. “Best fucking Father’s Day of my life, kitten.”
Dani
All-Star Break
The Roasters had a thousand ways of keeping themselves entertained, and ninety-nine percent of them involved some kind of bet. Trivia on long bus rides, who could plank the longest with somebody else on their back, whether Tucker could eat seven hot dogs in one sitting—spoiler alert, he couldn’t, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying.
This time, it was Matty who’d lost. Something about sinking the worst shot during a recent golf game.
And that was how the team’s shortstop—all broad shoulders, strawberry blond hair, and southern drawl that could melt butter—ended up sitting two chairs down from me at a nail salon, his feet soaking in bubbles while a technician painted his fingernails neon green.
