Long Ball(28)

I kiss her softly on the lips. “Are you okay?”

“I just… it’s been…. God, so long… and you…”

“Do you need me to stop?”

“No!”

I smile against her lips and kiss her again. “Good. Because I’m going to be inside you.”

At this, I press my tip against her opening. She gasps as I rub myself against her, but says, “I like to be on top.”

Angel. I’ve found an angel. We roll over and she climbs on top of me, her hair a mess, her lips bright red, and her eyes hungry. Every time I think she’s beautiful, she gets impossibly more so. Megan lowers herself onto me slowly and in that moment, I’m convinced I’ve found God.

She arches her back, her breasts lovely and heaving in the lamplight, and she rocks against me, getting used to my size. I lick my thumb and rub it across her clit, and in response, she squeezes her nipples and cups her breasts.

I start reciting last season’s stats just to keep it together.

Then, my girl blossoms and f*cks me like I’ve never been f*cked before. Her hips move in impossible ways, all while keeping a tight grasp on my cock. My hands frame her hips and I use her to jack off my cock. She leans back, tightening her grip on me, and digs her nails into my legs.

I stroke her clit as she rides me faster, her pants getting quicker, her moans getting louder. My vision crosses and my body threatens to explode. I grunt and moan and smack her ass. She moans even louder in response.

Unable to fully control myself any longer, I sit up and suck hard on her nipple until she cries out, and then I pull her off of me and flip her onto her knees in one fluid motion. In less than two seconds, my cock is back inside of her, f*cking her from behind. I watch her tits swing and bounce with every thrust, and her fingers desperately rub on her clit.

It’s too much. Being with her, like this, is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced and my body is about to break in pieces from the pressure of it all. I palm her ass and this girl, this incredibly woman, manages to grab my balls mid-thrust.

Game over. I’m coming before I realize I’m coming, grunting and panting and f*cking her harder than before. I barely hear her moan, “Oh, shit” and then her moans intertwine with mine. This pushes me to f*ck her even harder, faster, even though my cock is on fire and my head is floating away like a fly ball.

She collapses under me and I fall next to her, exhausted and euphoric. Megan slowly rolls over and curls into me, still breathless. I press her to me and kiss her head.

“Give me ten minutes and we can do this again. And again. And again.”

After a quiet moment, she whispers, “I think I might love you.”

We laugh and my heart explodes and my cock jumps. Looks like I won’t need ten minutes after all.





9





I’ve started hating away games. Our last home stand ended too quickly, leaving us with a twelve game road trip. Twelve games, two weeks. Two weeks too long without my girls. I’d been spending every night with them, tucking Cora into bed, tucking Megan into bed, and slipping out at night.

I didn’t have a key, I hadn’t been introduced to Cora as her birth father, but it was enough. It was perfect.

“You need a DNA test, brother.” Kemp sits across from me, shuffling his coffee cup back and forth.

One of the perks of the road trip was a two-game series in Arizona against the D-backs so I could get some time in with my old buddy, but his face when I clue him in on what had been going on over the last several weeks was not filled with the joy I’d hoped.

“Come on, man. You hooked up with Coach’s daughter, but I’m in the wrong?”

“I didn’t say you were in the wrong.” He points at me. “But I do think you need a DNA test. What if Megan lied? What if she’s not actually yours and she’s using you for that fat paycheck? Worse things have happened.”

I frown and lean back, not liking where this has gone. “She doesn’t act like someone who wants my money. She actively hates it. And who cares if Cora isn’t actually mine? She’s an incredible little girl that I’d be proud to be involved with.”

Kemp shrugs and scrubs his face. He’s gone scruffy, a sign he’s left his bygone era of a clean shaven lady killer. I’d be impressed if we weren’t currently having this conversation. “That’s great, Jamsey. I’m happy for you, really. Just be careful. It’s hard to know someone’s true intentions sometimes.”

“You’re one to talk.” I snort.

Kemp mulls his over and nods. A grin splits his face. “You right. You always right.”

“That I am.” We clink coffee cups.

The rest of the road trip was filled with texts and video call sessions and the occasional naughty picture. I spanked it more than I ever had. The mere thought of her sent my cock into full attention. No one had ever captivated me like her before. No one. Things couldn’t be better on the road.

Until I came home. Shelbie was waiting for me outside the locker room. I’d almost forgotten about her.

“Still want me to go with you to the gala tonight?” She’s wearing her usual uniform of a tight-fitting dress and heels that rivaled the stairway to heaven. I remember thinking she was attractive once. Thinking she was the kind of girl I needed on my arm. Once.