Page 61 of Bad Ball Hitter

Her eyes burn with desire as I gently push her onto her back and spread her legs wide open. My dick throbs at the sight of her glistening pink lips.

Mine.

The claim may not be fair, but this has always been mine, just as I have always been hers. But seeing her spread out like this in front of me? Goddamn, what a sight. I’ve been waiting for this moment since stumbling into the kitchen the first day I saw her. I tried hard not to fall back on our past. To not hurt Miranda. But Lila owns every piece of me and has ever since she helped me from the woods.

Her moan jolts me back to the present as I lean in and graze my lips against her inner thigh. Tiny shivers break across her skin from the warmth of my breath as I slowly make my way up to her wet, aching core. I trace the outside of her pussy with my tongue, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans softly, clutching onto the sheets as I enter her with my mouth.

Fucking delicious. My tongue moves inside her, swirling and twirling, hitting all the right spots. And her body. God, it responds to my every movement, her hips bucking against my face as I continue to pleasure her.

“Fuck,” she moans, her hands clutching at my hair as I devour her. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I grin against her skin, loving the way she writhes and gasps in response to my tongue’s movements. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl, feeling her body tense beneath me. I pick up the pace, my tongue darting in and out, hitting her clitoris with each stroke. “I can feel your body responding to me, Tiger,” I murmur against her as she bucks her hips in pleasure. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, yes,” she says through her pants.

“I love hearing you beg.” There’s a tease in my voice, and I have to hold back a chuckle at her response.

“Only in the bedroom, babe.” She groans as I slip in a finger.

“I’m good with that,” I say because my sassy girl speaks the truth. It’s the only place it belongs.

With each flick of my tongue, each stroke of my finger, the minor tremors working through her body alert me she’s getting closer to the edge.

“You like when I hit your sweet spot, don’t you?” I tease, picking up the pace and causing her breath to hitch. Her taste heightens my need for more of her, but she feels so damn perfect under my tongue. The uptick in her breathing lets me know she’s about to tip over that edge.

I stop abruptly.

Her whimper is palpable as I move to her mouth. My lips capture hers in a deep, passionate kiss. That’s right, babe. Taste yourself on my lips. Her tormented groan makes me want her more.

“I could keep you on the brink of ecstasy for longer, but I want you too badly,” I growl, my eyes locked on her body. “Another time.”

“Yes. I need you, Drake.” She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. I cursed myself for forgetting to have the condom ready, but it was too late now. I reluctantly back away, missing her warmth, and reach for my jeans to retrieve one from my pocket.

Once I don the condom, I position myself between her legs, my erection pulsating against her wet warmth. Right now, I could blow my load just from anticipation alone. That’s how badly I want her.

Our moans sync in real time as I enter her gently at first, my thrusts slow and rhythmic. I have to pause when I’m deep-seated in her because, damn, this feels good. We were teenagers the last time we made love, but I swear it never felt like this.

“You feel so good.” You feel like home is what I want to say, but I refrain. I can’t afford to. The words would be too dangerous, too raw. Instead, I pull out to the point of almost exiting her before thrusting back in with a long, languid stroke that has us both moaning. Her hands grab onto my back, her nails digging into my skin. She gasps as I continue to move, picking up the pace.

Our hips move in perfect sync. The pleasure heightens. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge. I lean down, my lips meeting hers in a fiery kiss. Our tongues dance in rhythm, keeping time with our bodies.

“Lila,” I groan, her name barely escaping my lips.

“Drake,” she panted, her body arching beneath me.

Her body quivers as my thrusts become more intense with each movement. Her slight whimper lets me know every time I hit the right spot. My pleasure builds within me.

“Drake, I’m almost there. Faster.”

I respond with another hard thrust, my cock slamming against her sensitive flesh. She cries out in relief as her walls clench around my cock. My entire body shudders at my release.

Holy Fuck, that was incredible.

We lay there, our bodies intertwined, our breaths synchronized. Our bodies glisten with sweat, and I can’t help but smile. We have finally found our second chance, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Drake