by Roz Lee
“Call me a pervert, but seeing my handprints on your ass turns me on like nothing else ever has.”
A throw pillow she’d dragged beneath her chest muffled her response, but it sounded something like, oh God, to him. He wasn’t sure if the exclamation was a good thing or a bad one.
He took a chance and slid his middle finger into the crease of her buttocks. She went completely still as he skimmed over the tight rosette, relaxing when he delved lower. His finger slid easily across her pussy, aided by her natural juices. He played with her folds then dipped inside her up to his first knuckle.
“Christ, Tricia. You’re so hot and wet. I can’t do this anymore. Seeing my handprints on your ass, feeling your body primed for fucking…. It’s more than I can stand.” He withdrew from her in one quick move, bringing more of her scent to his nose. He knew better than to lick her essence from his fingers. In the state he was in, tasting her would strain his control, possibly past its limits. Frantic, he looked for something to wipe his hand on. Spying a tissue box on the end table, he reached over Tricia’s head. Before he could snag one, her slim fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Don’t.” Hanging onto his arm, she wiggled off his lap to a kneeling position between his knees. She took his hand in both of hers, spread his fingers wide, and slowly, beginning with his thumb, took each one into her mouth.
When she got to his middle finger, he forgot how to breathe. Unable, or maybe just unwilling to stop her, he watched as she swept her tongue from base to tip—up one side then another before she sucked the digit into her mouth.
“Holy fuck!” He yanked his hand back before her ministrations sent him over the edge. He’d never come in his pants—not even when he was a randy teenager and the sight of a pair of tits had been reason enough to explode. He’d always prided himself on having more control. But Tricia had him riding the thin edge of restraint and loving every minute of it. “I need you. Now.”
A saucy grin spread across her face. The little minx. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He smiled back at her. “Don’t think you’re going to get away with teasing me, sweetheart. You’ll pay for your actions later.” He stretched one leg out, connected with the coffee table and shoved it back a foot. “Turn around. Brace yourself on the table.”
While she situated herself, Royce stood, unfastening his pants. He pushed them down then worked one leg completely free. Good enough. Going down on one knee behind her, he gripped her hips. “Fuck.” He stared at her reddened bottom and her pink pussy trapped between her legs held together by her shorts still wrapped tight around her thighs. A hidden treasure. If he didn’t seize control of himself, he would fuck her to oblivion and back. Breathe, fucker, breathe.
He filled his lungs, belatedly realizing his mistake. Her scent went straight to his bloodstream like an alcohol drip. His head swam as blood rushed to his dick. Grabbing his throbbing appendage to stop himself from impaling her like a crazed animal, he stopped cold when his hand met with flesh.
“Shit. Fuck. Goddamnit!” He fumbled with his pants, found his wallet, and retrieved his emergency condom.
“What is it?”
“Hang on, sweetheart.” If this isn’t a three-alarm emergency, I don’t know what is. He’d come within a second of fucking her bareback. God, he wanted to feel her, skin to skin, but until they talked about it, he wasn’t taking any chances.
His mind flashed back to the family he’d seen in the stands the day Jason gave him the sage advice to get laid. He wanted that. The kids. The day at the ballpark. Only, he wanted to show his kids the game from field level. Wanted them to see how much their old man loved the game, and them.
As he positioned his cock at the wet opening of her pussy, another image flashed across his consciousness. Tricia—round with his child. The fantasy was gone as fast as it came, but he knew he would move heaven and earth to make it a reality. Holding her hips firm in his grasp, he drove his cock deep. Blind with pleasure, he paused to catch his breath and savor the feel of her tight, wet channel surrounding him. Her warmed bottom was a soft cradle for his hips.
“Okay, sweetheart?”
“God, Royce. Move. Please.”
The pleading tone in her voice mirrored his own need. “This is going to be quick.” He pulled out so only the head of his cock was inside her. “We’ll do it slow, later.”
“Just do it. Please.”
Knowing she was onboard with the urgency of their situation released the grip he had on his control. He slammed into her, burying his cock balls deep, rocking her so hard the coffee table slid out from under her. She was on all fours, just the way he wanted her. When he pulled back, she pushed her hips toward him, begging him to fill her again. It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse.
The rhythm he set was fast paced, but she stayed with him, rocking her ass to take more of him. Nothing short of a nuclear explosion would have stopped him from taking her, claiming her as his. His balls were drawn up so tight he wasn’t sure he’d ever see them again, but he was determined to make this one good for her, too. He couldn’t promise her a drawn out affair, but he could try to take her along with him when he came.
Reaching between them, he located his cock sliding slick and wet in and out of her pussy. From there, it was easy to find her pubic bone and apply pressure. From the sounds coming from her throat, he was pretty certain he had found the spot he’d been searching for. He matched the pressure from his fingers with his cock, shoving deep inside her. It only took a few thrusts before her body tensed.
“Royce!”
Her pussy contracted around him, the hot, wet flood of her orgasm enveloping him.
“God, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Powering into her, he sought his own release. When it came, the pleasure bordered on pain.
Gripping her around the waist, he sat back on his heels, bringing her with him so she sat on his thighs. He hooked his chin over her shoulder and pressed his temple to her cheek. They rode out the aftershocks locked together.
He didn’t want to let go of her, but his legs started to cramp. How catchers squatted for as long as they did, he had no idea. “I’ve got to stand up,” he said, easing the tight grip he had on Tricia’s waist. Her sigh said everything he was thinking. “I know. I don’t want to move either, but if I don’t, I won’t be able to tomorrow and I have to pitch.”
She crawled off him only to roll to her back on the floor, arms outstretched, her eyes closed. His mouth watered at the sight. Her tank top was hitched up around her waist, leaving her bare down to where her shorts hugged the top of her thighs. Her disheveled appearance and the glow of satisfaction on her face depicted a woman who’d been well and truly fucked. He committed the image to memory, knowing he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.
He sat on the edge of the sofa, pulled his other pant leg off then his shirt before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Tricia was right where he’d left her when he returned. He crouched beside her, and though he hated to mess with her picture-perfect pose, he wanted her naked. When he tugged on her shorts, she smiled and straightened her legs, passively aiding him toward his goal.
“Up you go,” he said as he slid an arm beneath her shoulders and lifted.
She was as limp as a noodle, but she managed to raise her arms so he could remove her top. Her bare breasts popped free of the built-in-bra thingy. Bracing her upright with one arm, he leaned in for a taste. In the first real sign of life in her since he’d pushed her off his lap, she wrapped her arm around his head, cradling him to her breast.
Royce amused himself, moving from one breast to the other until her nipples were hard little nubs. Moaning, she stroked her needy mound herself.
“How about we finish this in bed?” With a little help from her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed then stretched out beside her. His cock was ready for action, but he was determined to take it slow this time. To be on the safe side, he
rolled on a fresh condom. The last thing he wanted to do was call a time out in the middle of the inning.
He palmed one of her breasts, and she arched her back. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, chuckling as it puckered to a hard point.
She snaked a hand between them. He stopped her before she reached her destination. Guiding her hand up, he pressed it against the mattress above her head.
“Strikeout?”
“What, sweetheart?” He switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.
“You aren’t playing fair.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you want me to last long enough to satisfy you?”
“God yes.”
He loved her throaty reply. “Then keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.”
“Royce?”
He released her breast then tongued her puckered nipple. “Hmm?”
“Stay with me?”
Using a knee to spread her legs, he settled himself above her. The tip of his cock burrowed inside her. He wasn’t going anywhere. “Forever, sweetheart. Forever.”
About the Author
USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee has penned over a dozen erotic romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.
Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters (and a new Son-in-law) they couldn’t be more proud of.
Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.
www.RozLee.net
Other Titles by Roz Lee
Mustangs Baseball Series
Inside Heat
Going Deep
Bases Loaded
Switch Hitter
Spring Training
Free Agent
Seasoned Veteran
Lothario Series
The Lust Boat
Show Me the Ropes
Love Me Twice
Four of Hearts
Under the Covers
Also:
Sweet Carolina
Still Taking Chances
Making It on Broadway
The Middlethorpe Chronicles
Hearts on Fire
First Annual BDSM Writers Con Anthology
Table of Contents
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Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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