Page 102 of Strike Zone

“We could be here a while,” she sasses.

"I've got all night, baby."

Fuck, this view is everything. Blue eyes peer down at me over the curve of her breasts. I slide my hands up her torso and cup them in my palm. Her head drops back elongating her neck.

Wrapping my hand gently around the base of her throat I say, “Start talking.” I run my thumb over the length of her neck as she swallows. The simple movement makes my cock thicken even more.

I grasp her hips and position her over my face. She hovers for a moment before fully seating herself. Fucking heaven.

I run my tongue through her center. Her moan sends a direct message to my dick. I bite her thigh when she stays silent. She inhales a sharp breath. As much as I love all the little noises she likes to make, I need her words right now.

“Talk or I’ll bite you again.”

“Your shirts,” she says. I flick my tongue against her clit. “The ones that are ripped down the side. I like that I can see all your muscles through the big hole.” She grinds down against my face hoping I’ll stay on her clit. I know exactly where my girl needs me but I’m not going to give it to her too soon. She’s going to have to work for this one.

“Hats,” she moans. “Baseball caps or the cowboy hat. I don’t care. When you take your shirt off and tuck it into the back pocket of your jeans.” She gasps when I dip my tongue into her tight hole.

I lap at her skin, trying to get every last drop. She chases after her orgasm, completely forgetting about our deal. When I start to lift her up she fights against me. “What are you doing? I was close.”

“I know. I’ll take care of ya, but you have to be a good girl and keep talking.”

Her frustrated growl is so fucking cute and turns me on even more.

“Hammering fence posts, mending the roof, playing with the goats.” She gasps. “Wyatt,” she draws out my name on a moan. Pressing down on my face, she stretches into my tongue, putting even more pressure onto her clit. “Oh, God,” she moans.

Without giving her a moment to recover, I flip her on to her back. I have a condom on before she can blink and I’m sliding inside of her. Nothing feels as good as being inside Wren and having her come on my cock.

Her fingers run through my hair guiding me as I kiss and nibble on her skin. “You know what gets me hot?” I ask, slowing my pace.

“What?” Her hips flex, urging me to speed up, but I won’t give her what she wants. I'm in charge right now.

“Your shorts. Your legs fucking drive me nuts.” I squeeze the outside of her thigh. “The way your hair blows in the wind. The way your ass looks in a pair of jeans. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” Her eyes burn into mine.

“The way you think. You’re so smart. Fuck, it’s hot the way your brain works. When you sing while you do laundry. I can barely hear you but it gets me hard every time.” I work my hips faster. If she keeps clenching around me like she is, I’m not going to last much longer.

“The way you smell.” I dip my face into her neck. “The way you pretend that I annoy you.”

“I’m not pretending,” she rasps. The slight tilt to her lips tells me otherwise.

“Birdie, I know you’re lying.” I lean back to switch up the angle. “And even if I do annoy you.” Thrusting into her harder, I say, “You love it. Are you going to give me another one?” I ask, stroking my thumb over her sensitive clit.

She nods and locks her legs around my waist. Driving into her deeper with this position, my spine starts to tingle and my balls tighten. “Fuck, Wren.” I pump into her a few more times as she tightens and spasms around me.

I hold her for a minute then give her one more kiss before pulling out and going to the bathroom to clean up. A few moments later, Wren pops the door open joining me.

“What are you wearing?” I stop in my tracks. She has on that damn Newhouse baseball jersey. “You need to take that off.” I’m seconds from losing it. I know she is not wearing that motherfucker’s jersey after I was just inside her.

“Are you sure?” She bites her bottom lip. She’s lucky she’s so fucking cute.

“Yes, birdie. Take it off.”

“Fine.” She sighs, turning around to change.

I don’t know why she turns around. She’s never hid her body from me, but then I see it. My last name is on her back.

“Stop.” I take a deep breath. “Leave it. Please,” I beg.

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