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Page 73 of Bad Ball Hitter

When the back of her legs bumps the edge, I pull away. “Do you need more prep?”

“No, I’m ready. I want you now.” Her gaze drops to my cock that’s hard and begging to finish where we left off.

“Good.” I spin her around and gently push her to the table so she bent over at the waist. With my knee between her legs, I spread her wide. “Damn, you look incredible, all spread open like this for me.”

I run my hand along her back and watch the trail of goosebumps erupt. What a sight.

I lower to the ground and lick along her slit. She squirms beneath my tongue.

“Drake,” she pleads. “I need you, now.”

I grab my cock and then let out a frustrated growl.

Those blue eyes of hers look over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“My condoms are in the bedroom.”

We glance at the hallway and sigh.

“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”

My dick twitches at that thought. Going bareback isn’t something I ever do. Wouldn’t trust any other woman. But with Lila, I can’t wait.

“I’m clean. I got tested after the first morning I saw you, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since.”

Her eyes soften but then turn almost indigo, laden with lust. “I’m good if you are.”

I grab hold of my dick and guide my cock to her entrance and push inside. Her warmth surrounds my cock, and I let out an involuntary moan. This feels too good. She turns her head and gives me that mischievous grin, her blue eyes glittering with satisfaction.

“Drake,” she breathes, her voice hitching as I move deeper inside her and bury myself to the hilt.

I hold her hips as I move, setting a slow rhythm at first. But it doesn’t take long before I quicken the pace. The kitchen table creaks under our weight. I love the feel of her body against mine, her skin slick with want.

Her ass gyrates against my hips, the supple flesh pressing hard against my groin. I let out a deep, guttural groan as my body shudders from pumping into her from behind. The grip of her warmth and tightness around me is almost overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. She moans loudly, bucking her hips against mine to pull me deeper into her.

“You need to be quiet, Tiger,” I growl, my voice low and raspy.

“Feels too good,” she pants, her eyes filled with unbridled desire.

I chuckle, knowing all too well what she means.

I slide my finger to her clit and flicker her bud with deliberate precision. She writhes beneath me, her rapid breaths revealing her increasing arousal. I thrust a few more times. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by Lila’s soft gasps and pleading moans.

With each powerful thrust, our bodies collide and grind in a primal dance of lust. Lila arches her back, grasping desperately at nothing, and moans.

“Shh,” I warn. “Be a good girl and stay quiet.”

“I’m so close.”

Our hips move faster in syncopation, our hearts racing together like they’ve never skipped a beat since we last made love. Lila’s scent is intoxicating—a heady mix of arousal and innocence that addicts me all over again.

I slide my finger back to her clit, stroking it with increasing intensity. She gasps, her body trembling below mine. Her clit swells under my touch, the wetness of her arousal coating my finger.

With a quick flick and final shove, my body tenses, and I fucking see fireworks. Lila shudders, the inside of her walls gripping me tight, squeezing me as if wanting to keep me inside her forever. Her moans grow more intense as waves of pleasure wash over her. I toss my head back, grip tight on her hips, and explode inside her. My cum spurts forth, filling her up.

I lay across her back, our bodies slick with sweat. “Fuck, Lila. What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” she whispers.




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