Page 40 of Stalked By the Shortstop
“I can’t be sweet.”
“I don’t need you sweet,” she whined, digging her nails into the muscles of my shoulders. “I need you. “Just you. Raw and real and deep. God, please,” she whimpered her pretty pleas, and I lost it.
I kissed her. Hard.
Punishing. With a need I couldn’t control.
In a blur, I pulled my throbbing cock out of my joggers and she opened for me. As I guided my cock to the apex of her thighs, an animal-like sound rumbled through me as I felt just how wet she was.
“You like this. You like knowing how fucking obsessed I am with you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, grinding against the head of my cock. Her pussy was so wet and drooly, the thin material of her little panties molded against her puffy lips, her clit swollen and aching for attention.
“You like me unhinged for you.”
“Yes!” She swallowed. “Please, Jason.”
“I got you, little bird. I got you. Today, tomorrow,“—my hips humped against her sex, that flimsy excuse of a barrier the only thing keeping me from the tightness she held between her legs—“always. You’re mine, Sadie.”
“Yours, all yours,” she panted. “Jason.”
“Fucking love hearing you say my name when your greedy little pussy needs me.” I thrust again and again. Fresh wetnessgushed and squelched between us. It wasn’t enough. It was just a tease for what was to come.
“Please fuck me,” she begged beautifully, her cry loud and clear.
“No.” I shook my head with a wolfish grin. “Even when I lose my head, even when I need you so fucking bad I can’t see straight and have to fuck you in a dark dugout where anyone could walk by, it’s me loving you.” She whimpered. Her mouth moved to my neck as she kissed and licked and moaned.
The sound vibrated against my flesh. I swear to god I felt it down to the base of my already drawn-up balls.
“You like that, don’t you, little bird? You like the risk of getting caught? Of someone watching me take you, claiming what’s rightfully mine.”
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned, scrapping her teeth against my pulse point, pushing me closer to the edge. I slid a hand between us. She pinched her lips together.
“This pussy is mine. You’re all mine. Say it,” I grunted just as I hooked my fingers around the gusset of her panties to push them aside and letting my shaft glide between her lips, coating me with her dewy essence.
“Yours. All yours, Jason. Please, honey.” Her legs tightened around my middle, pushing me forward.
“You want this cock, pretty girl?” I teased both of us, keeping us on the edge of a cliff we both knew we’d inevitably go over.
“You know I do,” she pouted with frustration. “Now you’re playing with me.”
“I don’t play with my food.”
“Foo—“ She couldn’t even finish the word when she gasped. I lifted her up, settling her legs over my shoulders, and didn’t hesitate to eat her sweet-as-hell kitty.
She was so fucking wet. Dripping honey just for me. The beast inside of me took the reins of control.
I sounded like an animal ravaging its prey, not able to get enough. Sadie’s sexy little sounds, a mix of cries and moans, were a symphony to my ears. I knew just the reminder would get me rock hard in the future. This was just the beginning of the two of us. She loved me and I loved her. Not only that, she knew the darkest, most messed-up shit about me and loved me despite it. Or maybe because of it. Either way, it didn’t matter.
She was mine, and that was all I needed.
I held her against the wall with one hand while the other started to finger her.
“Jason!” she screamed my name, and my chest felt like it puffed up like a damn proud peacock. I wanted someone to walk around and hear us. Listen to the way she came undone for her man. I added another finger, then a third. “Too much, Jay,” she squealed, but a fresh gush of wetness sluiced between my fingers as I licked her swollen bud. “Baby, baby,” she started to pant just as that tight little pussy started to grip my fingers.
Tighter and tighter.
“No,” I growled, pulling my face from the sweetest little pussy I’d ever tasted. “Don’t you dare come. Not yet.”
