Page 90 of Saving The Shortstop

My nipples harden to the point they ache, and I swallow back a whimper.

“You see, first, I’d make you come on my tongue. And then, I was going to let you suck my dick for a minute or two, and last, I was going to have you ride my cock until you were crying out my name.” His hand stops moving but keeps hold of his length. “Think of all the fun we could have had, if only you would have just been a good girl.”

“We can go down right now,” I breathe out, knowing I’m in no condition to be at a club, surrounded by people, when I’m fighting the urge not to dry hump my boyfriend right now. “If that’s what you need me to do to make … all that happen,” I say, pausing and biting down on my bottom lip. “Then … let’s do it.”

A wicked smirk tugs at his lips. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you, baby?” He tsks me. “You already blew it.” He shrugs his shoulders.

He steps forward, coming closer. Though he drops his hand down, his huge, swollen cock stands straight out, teasing me more.

“Keep your mouth closed,” he mutters, pushing his hips forward and rubbing the tip of his cock to my lips, tracing them slowly.

My heart pounds, and it feels like every ounce of my blood has rushed between my legs, making me throb.

A drop of moisture dampens my lips, and I think I might just die right here and now from combustion. I can’t take this any longer.

I won’t take this any longer.

Without being able to stop myself, my tongue pokes out, licking the end of his cock. When the salty taste hits my mouth, I moan.

Thrusting his hips back, his dick leaves my lips just before he grips my chin roughly.

“Bad fucking girl tonight, aren’t you?” he warns. “I told you to keep your mouth closed, and look at you, so fucking horny that you couldn’t even keep that slutty tongue from trying to taste me.” He leans down, putting his nose to mine but not sweetly, instead, roughly. “You’re not getting your pussy licked, and you’re not going to suck my dick either,” he growls before he pushes me onto my back and quickly spreads my legs wide.

Finally … he’s going to give me what I need from him.

Well, I hope, anyway. If not, I know what will be on my gravestone. Death from hot boyfriend withholding his dick from me …

DALLAS

As much as I’d love to keep playing this little game, I can’t. Because not only am I on the verge of blowing my load because she looks so fucking sexy turned on the way she is, but also … I’m starting to feel bad. I can see the frustration on her face, and even though I love toying with her, I know what she needs from me.

So, it’s time to improvise.

Within seconds, I’m climbing on top of her and positioning my cock right at her entrance.

“You’re not getting any foreplay,” I utter. “You’re getting fucked. Rough and fast. Because bad girls don’t get their pussy eaten.”

Before she has time to react, my hips move forward, filling her heat with my hard dick. She yelps, but her hands slam onto my back and her fingernails dig into my flesh.

I lean my face forward, biting down onto her shoulder as I thrust in and out, harder and faster than I’ve ever fucked her before. It’s not punishment for her though—how soaked she is tells me that.

“Look at you, fucking dripping all over my cock,” I say, moving my lips to her neck. “This what you wanted, Short? To be fucked hard?”

“Y … yes.” She whimpers, and quickly, I pull out of her.

I lift my face above hers, and underneath me, she lifts her hips in an attempt to grind her pussy against my cock.

“Dallas!” she whines, her plump lips forming a pout.

“Beg for it, Haven,” I murmur, lifting my chin slightly to tell her I’m not joking around. “Beg for my dick like a good girl.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her eyebrows pulling together in frustration. “I need you so bad.”

“Tell me who you belong to,” I say against her lips, not kissing her, though she tries.

“You,” rushes from her lips, but suddenly, her gaze hardens. “But you belong to me, too. Which means … every fucking inch of your perfect dick is mine.” She lifts her hips once more, and this time, the tip of my cock grazes her soaked entrance. “Are you going to give me what’s mine?”

With my head dizzy and my cock hard as steel, I swallow roughly. I stare into her eyes for a second before I thrust roughly into her again. She may cry out, but she also grips my back and wraps her legs around my waist to pull me deeper.