Page 13 of Baller's Surprise Baby

I straighten up to press one hand back against her core while I wrap the other around her and unlatch her bra. Her curves are so full the material practically springs off of her, and when it does, I scoot back to get the full effect. She’s stunning. She’s spectacular, and my brain stops for five full seconds as I take her in, creamy white skin, beautiful, perfect breasts big enough to fill my large hands with pink nipples standing alert – begging for attention.

I’ve always held a reverence for the female form. Women are beautiful in all shapes and sizes, and I don’t discriminate, but this. This! This is perfection. My mouth is dry, and I gulp in sheer awe as I take her in. When I finally drag my eyes up to hers, I can see the desire there and I know just what I want to do.

10

Everly

Idon’t know what’s come over me, but everything about Ryder is driving me wild. The moment he put his lips on mine, something inside of me screams MINE! It isn’t just a kiss. It’s a knowing, an incredible feeling of Why the hell did we never do this before?! How long have we known each other and never thought of each other in this way? And now there’s no going back. We can never be just friends again.

When I finally get my hands back on his dick, it’s even better than I remembered. Hot, thick, silky smooth, and calling my name. I love the way his eyes roll back and his breath hitches in his chest as I stroke him, and when he moves forward to put his hands and his lips back on me, I’m ready to tear off the rest of our clothes and have at it like bunnies.

His mouth covers my left nipple as he slides his fingers beneath my panty line, and I open my eyes when he finally touches me skin to skin. I catch the tiny pause and then the smug grin that follows. There’s no mistaking my excitement. I’m soaked, and I gasp in pleasure when his long finger sinks slowly inside. A few seconds later he slides in two fingers and then presses higher up with his thumb, making electricity zip straight from my core through my entire body.

I’m done waiting. I push up onto my knees and scoot back off the bed until I’m standing and free to slide my pants and panties all the way off. Naked as the day I was born, I place my hands on my hips and cock my head at him in a silent dare.

“Damn.” It’s barely a whisper, but in the sudden silence between us his voice echoes, and I hear everything he hasn’t said in that one word. It’s there, plain as day, reflected in his eyes: longing, hunger, and something akin to worship. I let my eyes slide down to his exposed shaft and then lick my lips as I raise my gaze back up. The responding flare in his eyes is so intoxicating. He’s inhumanly gorgeous. I can’t look away from him. I adore his attention, and I’m dying to get my hands back on those muscles, back on every inch of this insanely sexy man.

In agonizingly slow motion he lifts his hips and removes his pants, all the while keeping his eyes pinned on mine. When he settles back into place, he lingers there for a moment more, then tilts his head back with a ‘come hither’ grin as he tells me, “Come ‘ere.”

And that’s all I need. There’s no suppressing my answering smile when I spring forward, hands raised to his face. He meets me halfway, both of us up on our knees, his throbbing dick pinned to my body as he tilts his head down to mine, our height difference obvious even in this position. For a moment we lose ourselves in the kiss, hot satisfying skin on skin, hands and arms wrapping, hugging, squeezing. Seconds later I pull back in a moment of mischievousness and tilt my head down to lick at the tip of his shaft, just a few inches lower than my jawline. The physical jerk and the growl accompanying it are so empowering that I move to do it again, but Ryder pulls back.

“Oh, no you don’t. You may be the most perfect woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but don’t think for one second that you’re in control here.” I huff a laugh at his declaration because the look in his eyes sends another message altogether. The man has been gasping for air since I took off my shirt. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes all on his own. But he pulls back and hops off the bed, kneeling on the floor and bringing his face even with my chest. For a moment he stays, savoring the view, and then he brings both hands up to grasp and massage. With the right hand he positions me and takes my left nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, swirling, and tugging. I don’t even realize I’m whimpering until seconds later when I press against him in a motion that begs for more. I kneel there on the bed in front of him running my hands through his hair, pressing as close as I can until he moves to the other side and performs the same ministrations on my right breast while I struggle to catch my breath. Every little motion sends sparks all throughout my body, and my core throbs at almost a painful level.

He finally releases me, and I sag into the mattress, a puddle of sensation. So, when he tilts me back with his palm I all but collapse, my brain lost in a fog of desire and stimulation. Seconds later he plants his hot mouth at my core, and I jump in surprise. With a glance down, I watch as he palms my thighs in response, holding me in place as he begins to move, stroking, swirling, and thrusting. The reaction is immediate and instinctual. My hips thrust of their own accord and what was seconds ago mewling becomes full-blown moaning and crying out. The sensation is incredible. Everything is happening so fast, and I feel so needy, so desperate, so ready to come.

“Ryder!” I gasp. He doesn’t stop, but I see his eyes on me as I try to peer down at him between heavenly sensations, other parts of my mind wanting to shut down entirely.

“Do you -, “ I try to think, but I can’t get the words out. I try again, but there’s no use. He pulls one hand from my thighs and reaches down past my line of sight where I can only imagine he’s stroking himself. With the other hand he sweeps his thumb in to press at the top of my mound, and it’s all over. Every muscle in my body seizes as my vision blacks out and waves of ecstasy pound through me over and over.

He stays with me through it all, milking me, pulling me along. Even when I think I’m done and I feel my muscles relax as I gasp for air, he laps at me still, making tiny ripples of pleasure find their way through me again.

I’m not sure how long I stay there, but somewhere in the back of my mind I register that he’s crawled up beside me on the bed. We heave in air as I realize I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve never wanted anyone like this, never felt so close to the man I was sleeping with.

How can someone be home and comfort and also utterly new and thrilling all at once? I glance at him and see matching wonder in his gaze as he turns his eyes to meet mine. I know I have a loopy smile on my face, but I can’t stop it. This is so unreal.

“Oh my God. We just did that,” I pant at him, and his answering smile is so free, so full of boyish joy that my heart wants to break. It’s another new moment, another something I’ve never seen with him, and it’s changing everything all over again. I love this smile.

“Yeah.” He nods his head at me and holds my gaze with that look I’m coming to crave. “Yeah, we did.” I see him raise a hand up to my face to trace a line down my hair, over my jaw and my neck until he reaches my chest and his obvious fascination kicks in.

I may not be the most athletic girl or the skinniest, but I’ve got boobs worth their weight in gold. So, I lean back and let him play, enjoying his attention as much as he’s enjoying the view. It isn’t long before his touches elicit a response, and I feel it zing through me as everything begins to draw up tight. I catch my breath at the realization that I’m ready to go again and raise my eyes to him. He’s got a satisfied smirk on his face, seemingly tuned to my reaction and I see something akin to happiness there.

“Um…do you…?” I don’t know how to broach the subject. This is new territory for us.

“Is there…anything in your bag?” I ask, willing him to understand me. He raises his brows in question, but I hold his gaze, my own brows raised pointedly until he glances hesitantly toward his bag and back at me again.

“You mean…?”

“Something for…” I gulp and then finish the sentence on a whisper, “protection?”

His questioning look morphs into a confident smile, and he crawls up from his position where he’s been ‘eye-to-eye’ with my breasts so to speak. When our faces are inches apart, he plants a light kiss on my nose and takes a second to breathe me in, his gaze sweeping across my features and coming back to lock on my eyes as he whispers his response to me.

“Yes, I have protection, but don’t judge me for carrying it around.” He waggles his eyebrows at me with a smirk before continuing. “It’s an old habit. Better safe than sorry.”

I squint my eyes at him, not one hundred percent convinced, but also aware that I’d be in a bad position if he didn’t have it.

“I’ll reserve judgment for when I’m fully clothed and not riding an orgasm high,” I respond, and he snorts a laugh as he rolls his eyes. Sliding over me, he rolls neatly off the bed, and I take a moment to ogle him as he digs around his bag. To his credit, he searches multiple pockets before he finds the needed items, and I’m ninety-five percent confident that he’s honestly searching. It makes me feel the tiniest bit better to think that he doesn’t have occasion to grab for them on the regular.

When he reaches my side again, he kneels beside the bed and leans forward, placing our faces just inches apart to peck me on the lips, but he quickly swoops in for another lingering kiss immediately after. We connect like two lost souls finally found, a peck quickly morphing into something much hungrier. It’s several seconds before I ease back again. When we finally break the connection, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. He smells so amazing, and every kiss is a claim, a taste of something perfect. I find myself smiling at him without a thought in my head until he speaks.

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