Page 65 of Unstoppable Love

“Oh, you are filthier than I expected. You bet your ass I will.”

I took a picture, texted it to her, and heard the beep on her phone when it came through.

“Look at it.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “You… um… you are big.”

I was also still hard in the picture and with the way I was holding my dick, it almost came up to my belly button. I wasn’t even offended she’d forgotten. It’d been dark that night, and her first time would have been painful either way. I’d done the best I could back then making it good, preparing her, but I knew more now. “Now you know why I need a toy to help get you ready for me.”

“I, um… need to clean up. And then maybe go pinch myself to make sure this really happened.” Nervous laughter came through the phone.

She had nothing to be nervous about. Not when it came to me.

“It happened, Ava. And when I see you Saturday, I’ll make sure you know it’s real in person.”

“This is going so fast,” she said again, and that fear was back.

“Funny.” I climbed out of my bed, my knees still weak from the orgasm but my dick still hard. I figured that was the state I was going to live in from now on. Hard, every day, thinking of Ava and those sounds she made. “I feel like it’s been a decade too long.”

Ava

I can’t believe you bought this.

As predicted, I walked around in a perpetual state of semi-hardness all week.

The last thing I needed was to receive this text from Ava, complete with a picture of the toy I ordered and rushed delivery on right before I headed to the field.

Thank God for sports cups that would keep me contained on the field. None of my teammates needed to see what she was doing to me.

Me

Make sure you use it tonight. And tell me all about it tomorrow.

And just because I knew she liked it, knew it’d make her want to tear off the packaging and use it immediately, I followed up with another text.

Be a good girl for me.

“Ready?”

A hand slapped on my shoulder, making me swallow down a grunt and quickly clear my phone screen.

“Yeah.” I turned to Curt, our second-best tight end behind Marlin. “How are you feeling?”

He’d been struggling with a pulled hamstring muscle. It wasn’t enough to keep him out of the game, but enough he wasn’t playing as well as he could.

“Not bad. Be better in a few weeks as long as I take it easy. Nothing will stop me from taking the field in the first game.”

“That’s exactly what I like to hear. You heading to the hotel after practice?”

With our game tomorrow, we’d spend the night at a hotel. If we wanted, guys with wives and families or whatever could head home for a couple of hours, but it didn’t make sense to drive back home, then come back to the stadium, where we’d catch the bus to the hotel anyway. Usually we practiced at a different practice facility on the other side of Denver, but on days before home games, we always did a walk-through on the stadium field.

“Yeah. Might spend some time on the treadmill there, keep everything loose.”

“I’ll join you.” I wouldn’t play much tomorrow, and not being active drove me crazy. Plus, now I’d have to work to banish all thoughts of Ava and the toy I sent her from my mind. I’d have time to call her once I was at the hotel, but not much, and even though I had the room to myself, I wanted to see her use it on herself in person, not when I needed to be quiet in a hotel room.

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