Million Baller Baby: A Secret Baby, Second Chance, Sports Romance (Bad Boy Ballers Book 1)

by Rie Warren

  Curling my arms around his neck, I laughed as a giddy feeling bubbled inside me.

  Some of it nervousness. My belly full of butterflies.

  Some of it the fear of going down the wrong path again.

  Most if it that instant of falling with no safety net. Pure reckless need rolling through me like an addictive drug.

  He hustled up the stairs like I weighed no more than his perpetual football. One large hand grasped my shoulder, the other my hip, and his lips found the tender, sensitive flesh of my earlobe. Sliding into the bedroom, he crossed the floor, holding me securely in his arms.

  All other thoughts fled as soon as Rafe slowly slid me to my feet next to his bed.

  “You sure ’bout this, Pey?” Stark seriousness etched his features.

  Running my hands along his waist and onto his ass, I coiled against him. “Yes, Rafe. I want you.” My words whispered across his mouth until he pressed my lips open with a deep lunge of his tongue.

  Intense and sudden, the force between us was a clawing, powerful need. I tugged his shirt open, dragging it from his rippling shoulders.

  Drawing my mouth from his, I ran my tongue along his jaw where soft black stubble tickled me.

  He sucked in on an inhale, swore on the exhale.

  His hands fell to the straps of my dress. And he wasn’t gentle when he yanked the light silk down to my hips. This fucking would be fast and rough, just like Rafe.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my face away from his strong neck.

  Gasping and whimpering, I stood shuddering before him.

  His gaze roved from my lips to my breasts in the lacy white bra.

  I watched him gulp, one rough finger sliding from the center of my collarbone down through my cleavage.

  Arching against him, needing more, I offered myself to him.

  His jaw clenched. His eyes lifted to mine.

  “Take it off.” His voice thundered low.

  My fingers fumbled at the clasp of the strapless lacy confection, and finally, the cups released. I dropped the bra to the floor.

  Rafe licked his lips. His hands rose, and when he settled those big palms beneath my breasts, I tossed my head back with a moan.

  His thumbs slipped up, circling my peaked nipples in a slow hot tease. My hips rotated, and I wished his body was against me so I could grind on something hard, on something him.

  When his lips lowered to taste—just a lick—one nipple, I crushed his hair in my hands. He sucked more deeply from the other one, taking the tight bright nub with hard suction, circling my tit with his entire hand.

  My breasts felt engorged, heavy, and that hot heaviness flowed in a direct arrow to my pussy. My entire body burned for him, and every nip, every suck, each long rough lick made my hips seek contact.

  Pulling back suddenly, Rafe’s face was one slash of sheer need. “Take all of it off. Now.”

  The dress, halted at my hips, fell to the floor with a shimmy and a tug. Left in nothing but a lacy white thong, I ran my finger along the thin satin band at my hips.

  “Stop,” he ordered.

  I followed the hot command, the tight triangle of material lowered to just above my mound.

  “This is for me.” Stepping forward, he let his lightly haired chest brush my breasts.

  His words sent lava flowing through my veins.

  With another harsh grip of my loose hair in his fist, he slanted my head. His mouth hovered above mine for a painful, pining instant, then he struck out with a kiss so deep, so all-consuming, so mind-blowing I met his darting tongue, dragged my hands down his back to his firm ass.

  Lifting his head, Rafe took a pace back. He ran a sole finger along the top of my thong all the way from my front over my hip and around my back as he circled me. He stopped behind me, and shallow breaths cut in and out of my chest.

  His warm palm settled at the base of my spine. He whistled long and low, and his fingers slid into the strings of the thong, tightening the material against my pussy and along my ass.

  My heart beat frantically in my chest, and as my clit rubbed against the fabric I hissed in need.

  With two quick, forceful yanks, he tore the thong from my body. I cried out as soon as he palmed my ass. I hissed again when his finger tracked the inked design that traced up from the dip in my spine and along the back of my waist. A winding, slinky snake, all black ink. My only tat.

  “Didn’t get to fully appreciate this earlier.” His finger whispered back along the snake. “I think I like it.”

  Before I could even focus, Rafe’s hot mouth replaced his teasing fingers, and his tongue trailed along the delicate design then lower, lower. His hands massaged my backside, his mouth sucked, his teeth nibbled. He hit erogenous zones I didn’t even know I possessed, and pretty soon I wasn’t even going to remember the meaning of that word because his tongue-work was bending my mind in two.

  “Didn’t take you for an ass man.” I gasped as heat ignited everywhere he touched.

  “Ass man.” He stood to swat my ass with a stinging, sexy smack. “Leg man.” Rafe circled to face me, and his thumbs skimmed up my inner thighs. “Breast man.” Leaning down, he engulfed one rosy bud, pushing it against the roof of his mouth as his tongue lapped the aureole.

  When he lifted his head, his greedy half smile was full of unslaked need. “Definitely all man for this pussy.”

  He palmed me quickly, sank one finger into my cunt effortlessly, had me on the verge of orgasm in an instant.

  “Ahhhh.” I clutched at his shoulders, my body trembling.

  He pulled his hand back, and I almost lost my footing when he rubbed the wet, shiny finger against his mouth.

  “Jesus. You are beautiful.” The tense muscles of his forearms flexed like a sexy male sculpture, and my body reacted to his words.

  His gruff voice. The sight of his naked, ripped torso.

  But Rafe surprised me. I’d expected him to come at me wild, have me pinned against the wall already or flat on my back, savagely working me over.

  Instead he held me captive with a few kisses, a few touches, the chemistry of attraction colliding between us.

  This was more. This was what I wished he remembered.

  And he was definitely in command, especially when he slowly undid the top button of his jeans.

  A tight nest of black hair sprung into view. After the next button, the base of his shaft appeared.

  My cheeks hollowed like I could already taste him in my mouth.

  “Take my pants off. Now.” Hoarse and low, his voice made me even wetter.

  Closer to him—closer—I touched the black trail of hair from his belly button through the deep groove of his abs. I pushed his jeans over his lean hips and bit my lip at the sight of his sculpted pelvic V. Placing my palm—fingers pointed down—against his groin, I forced my fingers into his half-opened jeans, making contact with the coarse curls, the wide shaft.

  Rafe hooked an arm around my neck, dragging me into a lush, long, drugging kiss.

  I popped the final buttons open and sank to my knees, so ready to taste him my mouth watered. I shoved the faded jeans all the way down, off his bare feet, then there he was.

  Large, hard, and thick. The skin darker and veined. The plump head mouthwatering and a mouthful. Musky, manly, and his balls smooth round ovals I’d willingly lick and suck until he jerked me off him.

  I just stared at him. His big thighs. The dark hair. The stiff, ready cock.

  He still smelled fresh and salty from the ocean. And when I leaned in for one small taste from the shiny and glistening bell-head, he rumbled a long deep groan from his chest, a sound that shook me to the core.

  Before I could wrap my lips around his cock, Rafe guided me up.

  “Get on the bed.” His chest pumped in and out like a bellows.

  I mewled, trying to make my wobbly legs work. Sliding onto the center of the bed, I kept my eyes locked on Rafe.

  He walked, quick strides, to his dresser. That ass. Th
e intricate tat decorating the laddered muscles of his back all the way up to his shoulders. A full color design of a panther padding through a jungle—so detailed the sleek animal appeared to come to life with every flex and stretch of his sinews.

  And his large cock when he returned to me, condoms palmed in his hand.

  My back arched when he lay next to me. My breasts heaved the moment he touched my neck, nuzzled my ear.

  I curled an arm around him, pulling him to my mouth. I wanted him on me. I needed him in me. Had to have him filling me.

  With a lick and a suck, Rafe pulled free, rolled on top of me. He planted the tiniest of kisses down my body interspersed with deeper bites and slick licks. My tits. My nipples. My waist and my belly.

  Every part of me trembled and I battled to keep my heavy eyes open.

  Finally he made it to my sex. I felt wet, open, wanting, wanton.

  Lifting my head, I watched him spread my thighs as his handsome face hovered above my cleft.

  His breath jetted out, the warm wash heating me more, ruffling the very fine line of red fluff leading to my cunt. His gaze never deviated from the slippery swollen folds of my hungry body.

  “You have a very pretty pussy, Peyton.”

  “Oh God.” My legs scissored restlessly.

  Rafe grabbed them and held them apart.

  Maddeningly rubbing his warm mouth so close but never near enough, he asked, “Shy?”

  “No. Damn you. I’m horny!”

  He chuckled, a dark sound, before rolling his tongue around my clit he exposed with his thumb.

  I beat my head back against the pillows.

  He went at me relentlessly. A finger inside me. A lick along my labia. He ate me so slowly, so thoroughly, so delicately I wanted to shove my pussy in his face, but I couldn’t because he forcibly held me down.

  With my hips pinned to the bed, Rafe tasted and tortured me. He destroyed me one small slight perfect touch at a time.

  Two fingers rounding my aching hole and I wailed out loud.

  His tongue lapping from perineum to the top of my clit and I howled curses.

  My belly clenched. My breasts heaved. My insides turned to liquid.

  He fingered me fast.

  Three twined fingers.

  And slowed as soon as I nearly shredded apart.

  He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue—one side then the other—then blew across the tormented nub as soon as I dug my heels into the mattress.

  He fucked with me, without fucking me all the way.

  I reached low, pulling his jaw closer to my engorged need. “Please, Rafe.”

  “Please what?” He smiled against my hip.

  Damn evil bastard.

  “Fuck. You know what.”

  “Mmm.” He hummed.

  Then he teased me some more—his fingerwork verging on complete torment as he strummed me inside, making me wet, making me moan.

  Kissing the hot pinpoint of my clit until I had to come. I had to let go. I had to . . .

  Yelling. Groaning. Wild.

  I was a writhing mess of horny when he sent the soft side of his tongue over and around my clit at the same time he surged those three slick fingers in and out of me at a faster pace.

  “This?” he asked.

  “Oh God!” Nearly there. “Make me come!”

  “That an order, Mizz Fox?”

  Maybe he grinned. Smirked. Snarled. I didn’t care because I was there. Right there.

  My hips arced up. My shoulders anchored back. I was in his mouth, his fingers inside me, and I clawed at his shoulders when the pure blinding moment of ecstasy tore through me with a supersonic free-fall.

  Oh My Holy Hell.

  I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to move again. Or even open my eyeballs.

  Rafe moved, though.

  I knew he was near. Closer. I smelled him. Felt him.

  The hard smooth. The hairy rough. The tang of me on his face. In his mouth.

  He covered my lips with his, and I gasped and opened as if it was the breath of life stealing into me.

  I’d be surprised if I hadn’t pulled his hair out by the roots when I came, but he seemed intact when I lifted my eyelids partway.

  His face sharp again, his shoulders tight, and his hands clamped hard on my ass.

  His hot heavy cock throbbed against my thigh.

  “I want to taste you,” I whispered, my hand drifting down his abdomen.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Foxy Fox

  Rafe

  “I WANT TO TASTE you.”

  As soon as Pey said those words with her hand roaming down my abs, my cock could’ve burrowed into her mouth of its own accord.

  “What?” My voice dropped down to my tense stomach where her fingers played across the thin line of hair.

  “I want to suck you, Rafe.” She peered up at me through mussed-up red strands.

  Rolling onto my back, I grunted, “Fuck. Far be it for me to say no.”

  I lifted my head when her lips melted against mine. Her tongue flicked, and I met her smooth foray with a deep lunge. Just as I pulled her tighter against me, she drew back.

  “In case you’re confused, I meant I want to suck your cock.”

  Muscles all over my body cinched tight, and I swallowed hard. She gave a husky little laugh, and as she nipped at my corded throat and slinked her way down my body, her tits with the perky nipples swabbed against my pecs. And lower.

  I flexed all over, her lips and tongue so fucking warm, wet, fiery, curious. Groaning more than breathing—because my goddamn pulse had taken up residence inside my ridiculously rigid cock—I skimmed her silky shoulders with my fingers, wondering how skin could be so soft and if I could memorize every single inch of her before sun-up.

  When she reached my stomach, I planted my feet on the bed. I pulled my knees up and wide so she could rest between them with her tits cushioned at the top of my clenched thighs. I reached low, my hands falling to her bright hair.

  I jerked onto my elbows so I could watch, and Peyton smiled up at me.

  I decided I shouldn’t watch at all if I didn’t wanna lose it all over her gorgeous face hovering barely above my aching hard-on. Which goddamn levitated to reach the lips she lustily licked while keeping her gaze fastened to mine.

  Her fingertips whispered into the crux of my upper thighs where my balls met flesh, and her tongue dipped into the deep hollow of one pelvic groove before shivering over to the other side. She wet my skin, murmured quiet words, spread me wider with her fingers drawing mind-altering circles so close to my nutsack I shuddered.

  She blew a trail of hot breath along my shaft, and I almost blew my nut across her chin before she’d even touched me.

  I refused to fucking whimper, but if she didn’t eat my dick soon—

  Ahhh, fucking FUCK.

  Peyton lowered her mouth, licking a swirly pattern up and over my fully engorged cockhead.

  My groin kicked up. My neck wrenched back.

  She pulled away. Gusted another stream of air onto my cock down to the base.

  My stomach almost fucking hollowed with the need to be in her mouth.

  She gurgled a laugh then licked one side of my throbbing dick with the full flat of her tongue. She barely reached the head before lapping down the other side, wetting me all over and sending my mind into overly aroused overdrive.

  A spurt of precome jetted from my glans, and Peyton suddenly, hungrily latched on.

  “Sweet fucking Jesus.” Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair.

  Screw not watching. Was gonna watch her suck my dick until my eyes went blind or my balls dried up.

  Probably go blind first. Didn’t give a single fuck, because Pey was into blowing my rod. Her moans muffled by my meat stuffed in her mouth, she twisted her head back and forth, stroking me with one slickened hand every time she came up to take a gasping breath.

  Rising to her knees, she slipped one hand between her legs. Her tits bobbed in
time with her mouth slurping my cock. And I heard her wetness as she fingered herself—a wet squelching sound that tightened the taut knot in my groin, at the base of my nads.

  Moaning, mouth stretched, black-dark eyes darting to mine. Chugging my cock, goddamn gobbling my dick with one hand toying with my balls—saliva dripping down my shaft and over her hand—the other buried in her cunt.

  When she sucked a breath through her nose then steadily took my cock sloppily into her throat, my toes curled. My fingers tightened in her hair. My vision goddamn blurred.

  I pulled her up, watching the strands of clear precome and saliva shining on her swollen lips, connecting her mouth to my cockhead.

  “Stop.” I growled.

  Breathing hard, tits bouncing, nipples puffed up and deep pink, she rolled her tongue across her lips, licking every last taste of me up.

  “Did you make yourself come?” My husky voice rumbled.

  She shivered, kneeling between my widespread legs. “Yes.”

  “Show me.” My jaw clamped down hard.

  My nostrils flared.

  And I fisted my wet cock, cinching my hand at the base to keep the beast under control, because no way in hell did I need help getting off after that cocksucking of a lifetime.

  Peyton—the hottest, horniest, the bossiest woman I’d ever met—arched back with one hand behind her and spread her legs wide.

  Fuck me. She’d filled out. Still toned but curvier, fuller. Wider hips, the whip-thin waist, bigger breasts. Sweat shimmered along her trim belly. And her pussy she made available for my inspection?

  Slick. Puffy. Pink.

  Ready.

  So ready I couldn’t resist. I tapped the flat of my hand against her labia, smacking her fast and light to gage her reaction.

  “Ohhh!” Her body rippled.

  Good sign. She was up for it.

  Reaching between my legs, I slapped her cunt with my cock—the wet sound not nearly as satisfying as the way Peyton drew in a sharp inhale, rolling into the nasty touch.

  She hunched over me, braced on her knees, her hands on my chest, her nails digging in, after the next cock-slap.

  One more meaty smack and I rolled my thickened head up and over her clit, so fucking close to losing my nut I had to jerk back when Peyton cried out in an unexpected orgasm.