Page 50 of Batter Up!

“Only for you,” she panted.

I rose up slowly to capture her mouth with mine as I let my fingers fuck her quickly. The pad of my thumb found her clit and rubbed back and forth. She was squirming against me, and I kissed her deeper to quiet her moans. I soon felt her come around my fingers, and I peppered kisses all over her face and down her neck. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”

Her chest was heaving as she clung to me. “You need a bigger shower,” she said with a laugh a minute later. “Lucky for you, mine is bigger.” She began to trace my tattoos with her fingers. “You really do love baseball,” she remarked as her fingers glided over the tribal inked clouds that looped around a catcher's mask, a baseball glove, a bat, and a baseball on the inked sleeve of my right arm. She rubbed her hand over my knuckles that read the numbers 7, 2, 9, and 9.

“I’ve always been number 7, Landon has always been number 29, and Carter was number 9,” I explained. “Do you have any ink?” My eyes roamed all over her beautiful body.

She nodded and lifted her arm to point to several dates on her ribcage. “The date my parents passed away, my papaw’s death, and then my mimi’s death. There is plenty of room for happier occasions, like when our baby is born, and who knows what our future will bring?”

“Hell, yeah,” I said with a smirk as she turned her attention to me and looked down at my hard on. Then, my dreams came true, and she brought herself down to her knees before me. “Fuck, yeah, baby.”

She smiled up at me with a shaky smile, “Yes, now, it's your turn. I, uh, well, I ....”

“You don’t have to, baby.” I ran my fingers through her hair. I would be disappointed if she didn’t fulfill my earlier fantasy, but I would survive.

“No, I want to,” she began quietly as she eyed my cock in front of her. “I’ve just never given a blow job before.”

“Well, I feel honored to be your first,” I said with a soft smile. “Just trust your instincts and go slow. The only thing I ask is watch your teeth. And for the first time, I won’t come down your throat. I’ll tell you when I’m about to come, and then I would love more than anything to mark those beautiful tits of yours.”

She nodded and nervously touched the precum on the tip. She then put her finger in her mouth and moaned, “Oh, it tastes good.”

“That was the second fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I breathed. “The first being watching you come.”

She smiled, wrapped her lips around my cock, and began to take it into her mouth. I felt a scrape of her teeth and winced.

“Watch the teeth, baby.”

She quickly pulled off me and looked up at me with worry in her eyes, “I am so sorry, Tyler.”

“It’s ok, babe. It felt so good. Just pretend it’s a giant lollipop. You can use your hands, too, if you want.”

“A lollipop? So I can lick you?”

“Hell, yeah, you can. He’s all yours to enjoy. Lick, suck, pull, grab, whatever you feel, Molly. You can’t go wrong.”

“Except for using my teeth,” she scolded herself and was concerning herself too much with what she was doing wrong.

“Baby, just enjoy yourself. And if you aren't, we can try again another time.”

She nodded and put her hand around my girth. Using her fingers, she felt the ridges and grooves. I decided to help her a little by putting my hand over hers and helping her squeeze and move up and down my length. She was soon pumping me on her own, and then she placed her plump lips around me and pulled me in. I could feel her tongue moving back and forth, and I had to place my hands on the tiled wall and close my eyes. “Oh, fuck. Yes, baby. Just like that. Holy shit, you’re a pro.”

My words seemed to spur her on, and she took me deeper and began to pump her hands faster. She began to gag and pulled herself off me, breathing heavily. She looked up at me, and while still keeping eye contact, she took me back in her mouth as far as she could. She let her tongue swirl around, and with her eyes watching my pleasure, I knew I was going to come fast.

“I’m going to come, baby. Lean back on your bottom, and show me those beautiful tits.” Molly followed my directions eagerly, took me out of her mouth with a pop, and sat back with a huge smile on her beautiful face. I took myself in my hands and pumped a few times. Loads of cum shot out all over her chest and some form of caveman in me felt like I was marking her and making her mine. I had never felt that before, but I knew then I was never letting this girl go. I was breathing heavily along with her and pulled her up to stand as I rubbed my cum all over her chest.

“You're mine, Molly.”

She nodded and grinned at me. “You’re mine, too, Tyler. That was the coolest thing ever watching you lose control. And it was me doing it. It felt so empowering.”

I had to laugh. “Now you know why watching you come is so amazing. That’s how it is supposed to be. We’re meant to be together.”

I pulled the blue loofa off the hook, poured my soap on it, and lathered it up. I hated having to wash my cum off her, but I knew I had to be at the stadium soon. I took my time washing around her boobs and gave extra attention to her pussy. She took the loofa from my hands and washed my chest and abs before taking her time with my cock and balls. I was starting to get hard again but tried to ignore it. I found myself reciting batting averages and on base percentages in my head to distract myself.

“Do you have any shampoo?” she asked as she looked around the small shower.

“No. This is all-in-one, and I use it for body wash and shampoo.”

“Oh my god. Men have it so easy!” Molly looked horrified, then laughed. “If this is going to be a regular occurrence, I’m going to have to bring my own body wash, shampoo, and conditioner over here.”

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