Page 68 of Saving The Shortstop

“Take it,” I growl into her mouth. “Take whatever you need, baby. Fuck my dick if that’s what that tight pussy needs right now.”

She sits upward, lifting her ass so that her entrance is positioned right over the tip of my aching, steel cock. She looks so fucking hot, her hair half wet from the bath and her body still wet too. When her pussy grazes my length, I suck in a breath.

“Fuck me … you’re fucking drenched,” I say through gritted teeth.

With her hands on my chest, she sinks down slowly onto my dick. Her brows knit together as a low hiss slips from her lips and she fills herself with my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Inch by inch. Sit on it,” I murmur. And now, it’s me who is the passenger here. She could go slow and torment me, though I don’t think that would stop me from coming eventually, to be honest.

Thankfully, she’s so greedy to make herself come that before long, she’s rocking herself on my dick, her tits beginning to bounce the harder she does so.

“You look so pretty when you ride,” I croak out, but within seconds of the words spilling from my lips, her hand is over my mouth.

“When I was on my knees, you told me no touching myself and no talking,” she spews. “Isn’t that right, QB?” Her bouncing stops, and she narrows her eyes, keeping her hand over my mouth. “Now be a good boy and keep your mouth shut while I fuck your cock.”

My cock must jump inside her at those words. Nothing has or will probably ever be as hot as her forcing me to be quiet while she rides my dick. I don’t say another word—even when she lifts her hand from my mouth. Instead, I sit back while she continues to fuck me, harder and deeper.

Her hands slide up her own body, cupping her tits as she bounces on me, and I pray to fuck that she comes soon or else I’m going to lose it before she does.

“Fuck, Dallas!” she screams out in a muffled tone. “Rub my clit while I fuck your cock.”

Reaching up more than eagerly, I rub circles with my thumb against her clit and she moans loudly, throwing her head back. Within a few seconds, her clit throbs against my thumb, and her pussy clamps down on my length, sending a jolt through my whole body because she feels so fucking good squeezing my cock.

“Fuck … fuck …” She bounces faster, her chin still upward with her hair spilling down her back while she comes all over my dick. I feel it too. A rush of warmth dripping down my cock sends me into the most intense orgasm. I explode deep into her heat, a rush of hot cum and her own orgasm making me feel like the room is spinning.

When the room spins more and black dots dance in my eyes, I squeeze them shut, afraid I may actually pass the fuck out. Moments later, her body is collapsed on top of mine with her heart racing against my own. I skate my fingers up and down her back.

“I love you. I love you. I fucking love you,” I whisper. “I could never get sick of this.”

And I mean it, too. It will never be enough time with Haven King.

Ever.

TWENTY-NINE

DALLAS

I can’t help but chuckle when I see Haven looking at the excessive amount of food that’s spread out on the counter before us. After we finally came out of the bedroom, we were starving, so I decided to DoorDash anything and everything she loves. Chinese food. Pizza. Crumbl Cookies.

All the shit us athletes aren’t supposed to have but she deserves.

The softball team may not be in their regular season yet, but her coach would still have my ass if she saw everything I ordered. But the girl works out hard enough to deserve an indulgence. Besides, with the way her eyes are lighting up right now, I can tell she’s loving it. And that makes it all worth it to me.

“You even got my favorite cookies?” she gushes. “Dear God, I don’t know if I should kiss you or smack you because when it comes to those things, I have no will power at all.”

“Those cookies are so overrated,” I say honestly, cutting up my chicken and dunking a piece into honey mustard.

She looks like she might actually punch me now, and I know it’s because she takes her love for Crumbl Cookies seriously but I just shit on them.

“First of all, those are fighting words. The cookies are the freaking bomb.” She points her fork at me. “Second, you are so lame.” She scoffs at me, piling some more veggie lo mein and orange chicken onto her plate. “Over there, eating your grilled chicken and veggies.”

I look down at my plate and try not to show my disappointment. I would love to eat everything I ordered, but not only is it football season, it’s also game week. So I need to be on my best behavior. Coach has all his players on a strict diet right now, and I’m not going to go behind his back and fuck that up. Besides, I’ll have my sweet treat later …

“Yeah, well, tell that to your dad during game week, babe,” I drawl, amusement filling my face. “Besides, maybe I’ll have my second meal later, and it won’t be this.” I point to my plate. “It’ll be something much sweeter, and hopefully I’ll get it while you’re sitting on my face.”

My words send a shiver down her spine, and she swallows her mouthful of food roughly, making me fight a grin.

“You know, we need to make sure that we clean up every bit of our mess before your parents come home.” She twirls her fork in the noodles. “We’ve sort of taken their house over lately.”