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Oh, who cares. I’m never gonna see this guy again. Just let go and fuck him.
“Though you looked amazing in these, I’m not sad to see them go.”
“I’m not either. I couldn’t breathe,” I tease, wiggling out of them as he pulls them down. “Now hurry. Take yours off. I don’t want to be the only one naked.”
“Trying to steal home, are you?” He winks and then lowers his jeans.
Gulp.
His bat… I’m not disappointed. I can’t get a very good look in the darkness, but it’s enough to know that he’s bigger than Collin. Ha.Take that, you lying piece of shit.
I reach forward and stroke him once. He draws in a quick hissing breath, his shoulders hunching forward. “Goddamn.”
I fight back a squeal of delight. “Do you have a condom?”
Swallowing, he nods and reaches down to his jeans. I watch with just as much rapt attention as I did when he took his shirt off as I do when he puts the damn condom on. It’s almost artful in the way he moves. Once he has it on, I scoot back on the bed to the center.
Breathing deeply, he smiles and climbs on with me, falling on top of me in the process. “Sorry.” He laughs, easing up. It’s then, between the fumbling and the lazy eyes, I realize he’s pretty drunk. I wonder if he’ll remember this, or if I will. I’m amazed I haven’t passed out yet. “Little clumsy here.”
With the pounding in my chest, I think it’s my anxiety for what comes next that keeps me from doing so. “Let’s hope your aim’s not off now.” I wave my finger in his face. “No backfield here.”
He bites my finger. “Your baseball innuendos are turning me on.”
I yank him forward, and he lands on my body with an oomph. “Batter up.”
The head of his cock hits my entrance, but he doesn’t enter me yet. He waits until I’m looking at him. His kiss returns, as do those dirty words from earlier when he slides inside me. “I hope he’s watching because you’re never going to remember him inside your pussy again.” He slams forward, with no hesitation. “Only me. Every time you move, you’ll think of me.”
“You’re awfully confident there.” I hold onto his shoulders, sucking on his lip.
He lifts his head, gazing down at me but doesn’t say anything. The dirty smirk is enough.
His vow for me to forget about Collin?
Truth. Every single touch, kiss, thrust, it will forever be engrained with the memory of this guy. I mean, Jesus Christ. I should’ve been hanging out at the college campus a lot sooner.
His movements are smooth and steady, but it’s those damn kisses that are so fucking magical. Had he gone to school to kiss like this? Because I feel it in my freaking toes.
I look up at him at some point, feeling a lot like a spider monkey at the way I’m clinging to him, my breathing becoming heavier seeing the carnal hunger raging in his blue eyes. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick,” he rasps, peering down at me, grunting with every stroke. “Soak my balls with your cum.”
Who the hell is this guy? And can I keep him?
His fingers grip my hips, and he begins thrusting harder and harder. At some point, his mouth finds my nipples, and his teeth grate against the tender flesh and sends a bolt of “oh yeah” right to my clit.
Admission here. I’ve never had an orgasm during intercourse. I know it’s possible, but it hasn’t happened for me. Guess who joins the dugout tonight?
Me!
My nails dig into his shoulders, clawing at his sweat-dampened skin when the trembles start in my girly bits. At first, I don’t recognize what’s happening until the delicious tingle works lower, in my clit and the backs of my thighs.
I’m almost there when his thrusts falter, and he groans. “You better come,” he growls, curling his hands around the back of my shoulders and slamming into his thrust. His mouth settles at the base of my throat, and his tongue darts out, dragging up my overly heated skin. “Because I’m about to.”
A tingle works through my entire body at the idea of him coming inside me. Hitting the deepest parts of me, and everything slows down. It’s like a pause button has been pressed, no background noise, nothing. Only the two of us, and as cheesy as it sounds, it’s like I’m spinning, and he’s holding me to earth. My heart thumps wildly against my chest, my breathing downright embarrassing. I really should do more cardio.
Cason’s body jerks forward at the same time as I squeeze my thighs around him, refusing to allow an inch of space between us. I contract around his hardness, desperate for more.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, cradling my head in his hands. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, a soft grunt falls from his lips when he comes. He hardens inside me, and I’m kinda bummed he’s wearing a condom because I want to feel him spilling inside.
His body tenses, his hold tighter than before as he drives into me one last time, chasing the final waves of his own orgasm.