Page 61 of Batter Up!

“Oh my god! You’re crazy!” Molly cried with a laugh. “We’re in the middle of making love, and you’re quoting a kids’ baseball movie.”

“It’s my favorite movie,” I explained as I pulled out of her, then eased myself back in. I started off slowly and kept eye contact with my wife the whole time as I filled her completely and then pulled out again and again.

“Harder, Ty,” she screamed as she leaned up and nipped at my jaw.

“My pleasure.” I thrust in hard and deep.

“Oh, yes!” she cried out and moved her arms from my neck to reach around my back. She didn’t have long nails, but I felt them as she scratched and held on. She met me halfway with every thrust and moved her body to try and get me as deep as she could. I loved that she didn’t just lay there.

“Fuck, yeah!” I cried as I entered her hard and fast before punctuating every thrust with a single word. “I. Love. Being. Your. Husband. You. Were. Made. For. Me.”

“I’m close, Ty. Oh my gosh!” she cried out.

“Come, baby. Come on your husband’s cock.” I felt her tighten around me, and then I felt her soak my cock and balls. She lay back against the bed, spent. “Oh, no, you don’t. No sleeping yet,” I said as I pulled out of her and turned her over onto her stomach. “Put that perfect ass up as high as you can.” She did what I asked, and I rewarded her with a resounding slap that caused her ass to jiggle.

“Oh, Ty!” she cried out in pain and pleasure.

I entered her again and wrapped her beautiful red hair around my right fist. With my left hand, I held onto her chest and set a grueling pace. I could feel her close to coming again and grinned to myself. That would be four orgasms so far in one night.

“I. Need,” Molly began to say, and I took my hand from around her breasts and brought it down to where our bodies met and rubbed her clit. “Yes. That,” she cried. “Yes.” She then let out a scream as her body began to shake harder than it ever had before. I let myself go and released into her. I thrust a few more times and then pulled out and found myself falling next to her.

“I can’t move,” Molly said breathlessly. “I have no bones.”

“No need to move,” I replied as I curled around her small body. “I’ve got you. Go to sleep, baby. I love you, wife.” .

“Love you, husband,” she said softly, and then all I heard were her quiet snores. I had to chuckle, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep, too.

“I fucking told you,” Keegan Tucker said as he sat on the back of the dugout seats after pitching in the fourth inning and took a deep breath. “I told you I’m the best.”

I just nodded and got out the tablet to familiarize myself with the next few batters. I had studied this team but always liked to double-check for updated stats. Tucker was doing an awesome job pitching today, and I wanted to keep it going. He was cocky, and I didn’t usually catch for him because of that. Coach Mack asked me to work with him today.

“How ya feeling?” Hayden asked me as he grabbed his bat, getting ready to go on deck.

“Fine. Why?” I asked while still looking at the tablet. “Watch this pitcher's fastball. Wait for the slider.”

“Got it, bro,” Hayden said but never answered why he asked how I was. I let it go and continued to look at the next few batters Tucker and I would face together.

“Think he’ll go the distance?” Ian asked me as he looked at the tablet in my hand.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Do you think Tucker can finish out the game?”

“What’s his count?” I asked about the number of pitches he had thrown.

“Only 47.”

“And in the fourth?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s kicking ass.”

I nodded but shrugged off what he was saying. “The next batter usually hits the ball hard to the left, so make sure to be ready.”

Ian nodded and grabbed his glove as the bottom of the inning ended.

I kept my eye on the tablet between innings, and everyone seemed to keep away from Tucker and me. He was uncharacteristically quiet and in the zone after the sixth inning.

Coach Snyder came over and sat next to me. “Do you think he can go longer?”

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