Page 42 of My First and Only Crush

TRICK

We stay at the front of the plane. I’m not hiding my love for Sinclaire from Jeff, and the more he sees how right my affection for her feels to me, how comfortable I am with asserting myself as the man for her, the better our relationship will be in the long run.

He’s the man who taught me to fear nothing and go after what I want with everything I have, after all. The only way I’ll win him over as my father-in-law is if he sees that I devote myself to his daughter with as much or more fervour as I’ve given to baseball.

Sinclaire lets me hold her on my lap. I keep my hands off her bare legs, which is a challenge, because they’re deeply touchable.

But when her father starts to make his way to the back of the plane, I see my opportunity.

“Come on,” I whisper, patting her hip. “I want to show you the rest of the plane.”

She gives me a curious look but she lets me lead her forward. One of the flight attendants is in the forward galley.

“I think they’re having trouble with the ice at the back,” I say casually.

He heads back.

I pull Sin into the small cabin on the other side of the galley. It’s where the flight attendants take their breaks, and where the coaching staff has private meetings with players when needed. There’s a couple of seats and a table.

Most importantly, it has a door with a lock on it.

I flip that and then lift Sinclaire onto the table in one twisting, fluid motion.

A lot like how I slam a ball up and out, over the fence.

“How are you feeling?” I yank her skirt up to her hips, her soft, lush thighs spilling fully into view.

Under them she’s wearing little boy shorts that made me want to fucking breed her all over again. They would look so good under a round belly, holy fuck.

“Umm…” She licks her lips. “Good.”

I smooth my hands up to her hips, too, squeezing her there before swiping my thumbs over her hip bones, jiggling the sexy swell of her tummy. “Do you feel pregnant yet?”

She laughs. “That’s not—” She cuts herself off as I work my fingers into her panties and down to her wet slit. “Oh, Trick.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy,” she breathes.

“Jeff Rosehill might be your father, but I’m your Daddy now. Is that clear?”

She tips her head back, moaning. “Crystal clear.”

“I need to fill you up again. Can you be a good girl and come fast on Daddy’s cock?”

As I say that, the pilot’s voice interrupts us.

“World Champions, this is your pilot speaking. We’ve been asked by the tower to go into a holding pattern. Don’t worry, we’ve got lots of champagne for you guys. Our new estimated arrival time…”

“Even better,” I say, my cock pulsing at my fly. “We can take our time.”

“Someone is going to find us.” She rocks her wet pussy against my fingers, desperate despite her worry.

She needs me to breed her again, too. We both need this.

“We’re just having a private conversation. Can you unzip Daddy? I’m so fucking hard for you.”

She fumbles with my fly, then her little fingers are in my boxers andyes, that’s what I need.

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